Time 4 Sum Aksion Paroles

I crush your whole brain frame
'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
That have your rap style for lunch chump
'Cause 92 I take a whole crew
Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
To show you what type of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or sniff it
Because I was born with it
The funkadelic devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
Then 1, 2, 3 you're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk,
Pump it in your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice then 2pac
(Straight outta jersey)
You heard me, my brother
I'm laughin

Time 4 sum action I'ma hit you with the funk force
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile
Brotha
Then strike a pose like Madonna
My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
The original p-funk stroke a trunk of funk
Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
So color me bad, plus color me black
For the funk that I pack, red freak it to the funk track
(The funky fly stuff)
Come on and let me kick
(The funky fly stuff)
Just to show you where the hell I come from
I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
Make you twist to the list
Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at?
There on the floor, pick em up
While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk
Listen to my name chump
(Redman ready to rock)
I got a glock
Then, pow!, your body is all over the block
Tryin' to step to the, the exorcist, kick it
I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
And blow your head off, just for askin'
"Who's the one rappin?"

Time for sum action