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
 with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
 Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
 with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
 Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin
 Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
 The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
 then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
 But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed
 I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
 Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
 That's dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
 Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya 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