Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it
 Aiyyo check this out
 We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man
 Where the knotty headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell
 And if you don't know your fool better ask
 Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt
 And yo E  we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff

 Verse One: Redman

 Well it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
 And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
 I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
 Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams
 Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
 elements, and it's coming through your block
 Can't you smell it trick?
 Wanna copy-cat my whole format
 So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
 Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town
 Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??
 I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do
 While loud on this staff like birds one and two
 My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow
 You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl
 Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
 Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop

 Chorus:

 On and on, and it don't quit
 Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon
 On and on, and it don't quit
 Redman rockin on to the funky shit
 I said Jersey's in the house Jersey's in the house
 I said Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house
 I said Uptown's in the house Uptown's in the house
 I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse

 Verse Two:

 Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond
 I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on
 Due to dificulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet
 in 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
 Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager
 I'm magical like Fantasia on paper
 I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course
 When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours!
 To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
 Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast
 But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec
 Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next?
 Are there any more imitators in the house?? There are no
 Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
 Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
 Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-U in car loads
 Huuh! I just stay funky like that
 Make you wanna (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack
 Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now
 When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown

 Chorus:

 On and on, and it don't quit
 Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon
 On and on, and it don't quit
 Redman rockin on to the funky shit
 I said Virginia's in the house Virginia's in the house
 I said Cali's in the house Cali's in the house
 I said Atlanta's in the house Atlanta's in the house
 North Carolina's in the house Carolina's in the house


 Verse Three:

 Yoo-hoo watch the birdie!! While Red wreck your brains early
 If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy
 Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked
 Twice my device, Run-D.MC's from my Rock Box
 Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
 Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
 to your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
 Standin tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips
 The new stuff, creamin brothas like Breyer's
 He's heating up -- nah, brotha, I'm on fire!
 Dribble dribble shootin three pointers to the drum trick
 Try to take my style, BLAOW, end one
 DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square
 My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask

 Outro:

 That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live
 from the ninety-fo' era
 Aiyyo you better pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out
 We gonna take it to you live
 where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya
 Everyday and all day, how we do it word is bond, word is day
 Def Squad's in the house for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
 The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day
 Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
 Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
 Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
 Word is bond word is bond in the house I'm in the house
 Word is bond, word is day
 You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d, ehehehehehe
 Word bond, word day
 Hehehehehe, word is bond, word is day
 Check it out, check it out
 We comin to you live with the Cosmic Slop
 On the fuckin block and we got the glocks
 To your knot, who's the funk nigga and I'm comin to ya hot
 It's that, Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, ele, yeah