Redman - Jam 4 U lyrics
[Redman - Jam 4 U lyrics]
Inhale, cough
Yo, this is for motherfuckers that
Talk that sellout shit watch my hands
(Get on up 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
"Da na na na da da"
Without eating my damn spinach
'Cause when I'm on a roll
That's when Redman start to chill
Round off backflip cartwheel
Ahh, you're nasty! 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 throw down and strut
Yo, E, what's that funk mode? Get on up
(Get on up 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 ba-bee
While the others bum-bumble
Don dan dan, do do don-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
(Freeze now)
On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O-
Wens with the Benz, 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 and
The rude Redman rip backbones
And hips to bit's then split ya from your
Wrist to your armpit's
But true indeed, since pops dropped the seed
I knew I'd be the funkiest
Brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dumb, dumb 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
I just want to jam for you
(Ev Everybody get up)
I just want to jam for you
I just want to jam for you
Yo, this is for motherfuckers that
Talk that sellout shit watch my hands
(Get on up 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
"Da na na na da da"
Without eating my damn spinach
'Cause when I'm on a roll
That's when Redman start to chill
Round off backflip cartwheel
Ahh, you're nasty! 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 throw down and strut
Yo, E, what's that funk mode? Get on up
(Get on up 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 ba-bee
While the others bum-bumble
Don dan dan, do do don-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
(Freeze now)
On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O-
Wens with the Benz, 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 and
The rude Redman rip backbones
And hips to bit's then split ya from your
Wrist to your armpit's
But true indeed, since pops dropped the seed
I knew I'd be the funkiest
Brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dumb, dumb 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
I just want to jam for you
(Ev Everybody get up)
I just want to jam for you
I just want to jam for you