(LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!)
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In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
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P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
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That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
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Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block
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Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
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Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
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I crush your whole brain frame
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Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
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That have your rap style for lunch, chump
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Cause 92, I take a whole crew
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Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
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(POO POW)
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To show you what type of stuff I'm on
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You can't puff or sniff it
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Because I was born with it
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The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
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Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned
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I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
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If you like the way it sounds punk,
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Pump it in your back trunk
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And let loose with the juice when I do rock
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I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
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(STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY)
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You heard me, my brother
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Im laughin,
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TIME 4 SUM ACTION
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Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
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(EXPLOSION!)
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Straight from the land of the lost
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I'ma hit you with the funk force
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That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile
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Brotha
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Then strike a pose like Madonna
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My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
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The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
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Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
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So color me bad, plus color me black
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For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
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(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
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Come on and let me kick
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(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
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Just to show you where the HELL I COME FROM
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I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
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Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
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(like this)
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Make you twist to the list
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Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
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And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
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Listen, look, OOPS, brother where your eyes at?
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There on the floor, pick em up
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While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk
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Listen to my name chump
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(REDMAN READY TO ROCK)
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I got a glock
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THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block
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Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
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I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
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And blow your head off, just for askin
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"Who's the one rappin?"
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(POO POW)
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TIME FOR SUM ACTION
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*spoken*
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Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid
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Yeah, know what Im sayin
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We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that
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Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house
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(IN THE HOUSE)
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For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up
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Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava....
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AAAAH...
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back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
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My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
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"Where's the Redman?"
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I kill, I smother, I get down with the...
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(YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man.
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You ain't gotta say no more, it's over.)
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Time 4 Sum Aksion
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Redman |