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

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

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

That have your rap style for lunch,
'Cause 92, I a whole crew
Give them a punch of the
Knock all of their gold tooth

To show you what type of I'm on
You can't or sniff 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 with 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
Time 4 sum
Time 4 sum

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

Then strike a pose like
My mom's me out because I did what I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of
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 it to the funk track
The funky fly
Come on and let me kick, the fly stuff

Just to show you the hell I come from
I get dumb the 112
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex like
you twist to the list

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

While I pour a lil' funk down brain punk
Listen to my chump
ready to rock, I got a glock
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 head off, just for
"Who's the one rappin?"

4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
Time 4 sum

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