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Time 4 sum
Let's get ready to

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

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

That your rap style for lunch, chump
'Cause 92, I a whole crew
Give them a of the funk
Knock all of their gold loose

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

Then 1, 2, 3, you're
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 when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more then Tupac
(Straight Jersey)
You me, my brother I'm laughin'

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Lights, camera, back the hammer
Straight the land of the lost
hit you with the funk force
That makes you run your rap style to the crack vile brotha

Then strike a pose Madonna
My mom's kicked me out because I did I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a of funk
Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw with the raw raps

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

to show you where the hell I come from
I get dumb the 112
Check my rep, I'm a hit I have sex like this
Make you to the list

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

I pour a lil' funk down your brain punk
Listen to my name
ready to rock, I got a glock
Then, pow, your is all over the block

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

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4 sum aksion

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

Back to the funk track, like Sheep
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, over