(Yo, yo, yo chill, G. chill la, it's over man)
Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at?
(Poo pow)
Then, pow, your body is all over the block
That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
Make you twist to the list
(The funky fly stuff)
You can't puff or sniff it
Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
Listen to my name chump
While I pour a lil' funk down your brain punk
Come on and let me kick
Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block
I get dumb with the 1, 1 2
Then strike a pose like Madonna
Because I was born with it
'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
Tryin' to step to the, the exorcist, kick it
P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
Time 4 sum action
Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
(Exposition)
Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin'
"Where's the Redman?"
And all that, the hi hat, go buy that
(Like this)
And blow your head off, just for askin'
I kill, I smother, I get down with the
You heard me, my brother
I got a glock
I'ma hit you with the funk force
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
To show you what type of stuff I'm on
(In the house)
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha
If you like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk
I'm laughing, time 4 sum action
Straight from the land of the lost
(Redman ready to rock)
So color me bad, plus color me black
There on the floor, pick 'em up
(The funky fly stuff)
I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
Hit Squad is definitely in the house
We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe that
I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the biscuit
Then 1, 2, 3 you're pinned
That have your rap style for lunch, chump
My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
I crush your whole brain frame
Just to show you where the hell I come from
"Who's the one rappin'?"
Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
Aah, back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
(Poo pow)
'Cause 92, I take a whole crew
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava
My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
For the brothers who don't be knowin' what's up
The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
(Straight outta Jersey)
