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Redman - Jam 4 U lyrics
inhales starts coughing* Yo this is for motherfuckers that talk that sellout shit "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X) "Ev everybody get up!" "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X) "Get on up!" "Get down get down on down.." like James Brown plus I get down but for now I "Get on up!" rhythm and funk makes you hump like Technotronic I'll make the Jam Pump Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like "Du-na-da-du-duh!" without eating my damn spinach Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start "to chill..." round off backflip cartwheel "Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!" I know when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow But I continue, on the menu, and send you on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!" "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X) "Ev-everybody get up!" "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X) "Get on up!" Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear Hit Squad's the crew I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode It's the HUH, the funk, now I'm known around the globe So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now... ... on your mark, get ready, get set, let's go with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O. Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits then split ya from your wrist to your armpits But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket That's dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!" "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X) "Ev-everybody get up!" "I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X |
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