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Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
Let's get to rumble

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

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

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

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

Then 1, 2, 3, you're
I get action, so everybody jump with your
If you the way it sounds punk
Pump it in your trunk

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

4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion

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

Then strike a like Madonna
My mom's kicked me out I did what I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of
Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw

So me bad, plus 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

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
you twist 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?
on the floor, pick 'em up

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

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

4 sum aksion
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum

Yo, 1992, Redman paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin'
We not for the Okee Doke, believe that
Hit Squad is in the house
For the brothers don't be knowin' what's up?
Word is bond, I show 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, la, it's over man
You ain't gotta say no more, over