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Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
get ready to rumble

In corner we have the funk body snatcher
P Funkadelic and I hard enough
That I can chew a whole bag of
Chew an Avenue, an off street and off block

Then turn around and do the same thing to a soloist
'Cause Reggie Noble's
I your whole brain frame
'Cause you couldn't the funk

That have rap style for lunch, chump
92, I take a whole crew
Give a punch of the funk
Knock all of gold tooth loose

To show you what of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or it
Because I was with it
The Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10

Then 1, 2, 3, pinned
I get action, so everybody jump your rump
If you like the way it punk
Pump it in your trunk

And let loose with the Juice when I do
I'm too hot, say I got more Juice then Tupac
(Straight Jersey)
You heard me, my I'm laughin'

Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum

Lights, camera, cock the hammer
from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile

Then strike a like Madonna
My kicked me out because I did what I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a of funk
Then you saw caps my jaw snaps with the raw raps

So color me bad, color me black
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the track
The funky fly
Come on and let me kick, the fly stuff

Just to show you where the I come from
I get with the 112
my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex like this
Make you twist to the

Of a brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
And all that, the hi hat, go buy
Listen, look, oops, brother your eyes at?
on the floor, pick 'em up

While I pour a lil' funk down your brain
Listen to my chump
Redman ready to rock, I got a
Then, pow, your body is all over the

Tryin to to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
I git mad wicked the twin cocks the biscuit
And blow your off, just for askin'
"Who's the one rappin?"

4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion

Yo, 1992, Redman paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin'
We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe
Hit Squad is in the house
For the brothers don't be knowin' what's up?
Word is bond, I gotta them the flava

Back to the funk track, like Black
My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
"Where's the Redman?"
I kill, I smother, I get down the

Yo, yo, yo, chill, G, chill la, it's man
You ain't gotta say no more, it's