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Redman - Time 4 Sum Aksion lyrics
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!) In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew an Avenue chew an off street and off block Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist Cause Reggie Noble's pissed 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 (POO POW) 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 Tupac (STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY) You heard me, my brother Im laughin, TIME 4 SUM ACTION Lights, camera, cock back the hammer (EXPLOSION!) Straight from the land of the lost 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 (like this) 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 ths, 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?" (POO POW) TIME FOR SUM ACTION *spoken* Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid Yeah, know what Im sayin We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house (IN THE HOUSE) For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava.... AAAAH... back to the funk track, like Black Sheep My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?" "Where's the Redman?" I kill, I smother, I get down with the... (YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man. You ain't gotta say no more, it's over |
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