*inhales, starts coughing*
Yo, this is for motherfuckers -- that talk that sellout shit
";I just want to jam for you"; (repeat 2X)
";Ev-everybody get up!";
";I just want to jam for you"; (repeat 2X)
";Get on up!";
";Get down, get down, on down.."; like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I ";Get on up!"; rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I'll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
";Du-na-da-du-duh!"; without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start
";to chill..."; round off backflip cartwheel
";Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!"; I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? ";Get on up!";
";I just want to jam for you"; (repeat 2X)
";Ev-everybody get up!";
";I just want to jam for you"; (repeat 2X)
";Get on up!";
Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad's the crew I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It's the HUH, the funk, now I'm known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now...
... on your mark, get ready, get set, let's go