Whut? Thee Album

*inhales, starts coughing*
Yo, this is for motherfuckers -- that talk that sellout shit

"i just want to jam for you" (repeat 2x)
"ev-everybody get up!"
"i just want to jam for you" (repeat 2x)
"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
"du-na-da-du-duh!" without eating my damn spinach
Cause when i'm on a roll, that's when redman start
"to chill..." round off backflip cartwheel
"ahhhhhh, you guessed it!" 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 throwdown and strut
Yo e what's that funk mode? "get on up!"

"i just want to jam for you" (repeat 2x)
"ev-everybody get up!"
"i just want to jam for you" (repeat 2x)
"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 bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-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...
... on your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
With the flow to jet like delta, or jesse o.
Whiz with the bends 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-in
The rude redman rip backbones and hips to bits
Then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed
I knew i'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dum dum 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" (repeat 2x)
"ev-everybody get up!"
"i just want to jam for you" (repeat 2x)

* see the remix for the full korean verse + translation

Ahhhh!! look out, it's the funkadelic funk for chumps
Who don't be knowin my name, i tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, i dj like quik
The topnotch of the block, cause i carry a glock
Only hot rocks i'm hot, so give up the props
My style is hummin cummin atcha, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher: 'red, get freaky to the rapture'
So come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her
The soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you, who? (aga-ahhh! wwaaaaah!) redman with the kung-fu
Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck
Hit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette
But first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids
Yo e (whassup g?) briiiiiidge!

"press rewind if i haven't blown your mind" (repeat 2x)

I do the hustle like russell, rush the stage with simmons
Deadly venom, makes me poison like michael bivins
Or a cobra, pop more pop, than coca-cola
Next to yoda i'm a star at war, plus roller coaster
I got my mind made up gurrrrl, come on and get it if you widdit troop
Krush groovin smooth as the lightning loops
The kind of loops i sample from a james brown group
I give credit, cause i'm cautious, about lawsuits
Psychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks
For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one
And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump
With the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean

Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara
Nu gu nya nada na na nun redman
Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ...
... nah duke, forget it

I rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks
The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchcock
Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track
And press rewind if i haven't blown your mind ("ree-wind!!" --> krs-one)

"press rewind if i haven't blown your mind"
"press rewind if i.."

Ha-uhh, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
Cause i cut your freakin eyes, fuck bruce willis because i die rough
It's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the
Funkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil
The spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula
Loaded of course, more legend than acura
I'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket
Plus keep the glock in my basket
I cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue
Cause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son
Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey
To the boogey to the boogey thanks to e cause he hooked me
So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause i mack
Framalama, plus i kick the grammar, straight from -- new jerz
It's the renegade rap redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode
Yo, hold your breath while i explode!

"press rewind if i haven't blown your mind"
"press rewind if i haven't blown your mind"

(chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

(pmd)

When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank "so what'cha saying"'s pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am
Brothers licking off like the son of sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout
"niggas, niggas", yea, cold turn the party out

Chorus

(e double)

Rap combat squares sat and i attack
Any crab mc that's down wit the wack
And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
Yo, wit that, i can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-a, microphone wrecker e-d
The o, the u, the b, the l to the e
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip
I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token

Chorus

(redman)

I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit
And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes
Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time
Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
Fuck a freak, words before play
Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson
A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson
Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon
Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
Known as i live large, life will be luxury
Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
Nasty nigga, competition is none
From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking
Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels

Chorus

Nah nah nah, fuck that!
Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat
So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit
And if it's beef i'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
Word to ?jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister
That's what type of shit i'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
Cause every since i was an infrant i was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
Cause she hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, i walk by and i spray shit
Then carve my name in your pavement
I was rated 'x' but i flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill? that i could just stand and watch a bloodspill
From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because i made a record i'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor ?tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)

Chorus: repeat 4x

"i'm rated r, this is a warning" --> rakim
"boy you can't fuck with me!!" --> ice cube

Back to part two of the segment, the red bend
Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
And if i didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk
And tell the devil i'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
Got naughty in my nature plus i'm down with o.p.p.
The best part about it, i got aids, bitch!
Psych, i'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin
I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause i might flip
(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)
I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck
Tried to stab me in the gut, so i dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)
Snapped the neck on michael myers then i freaked it; cause it was august
And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)
Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, i pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about
Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up
That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus i got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate
My rap style, so to cut em off i truncate
And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up
With the one-two punch, like servin a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, from me, the original p-funk
See ya next lp chump!

Chorus

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with archie bunker
Cause my brain is twisted, so i cock the biscuit
Cause shit's thick, some say i'ma bastard of a swift bitch
Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _fear_ me like _cape_ without robert deniro
You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
I know i'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
But if i wasn't bad, i wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
With the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, i never got snuffed, bust while i dust your monkey
Ass off then i just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) cause i'm bad (word to mothers)

"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

Yo yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all i do what the fuck i wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out

[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it!
Whassup now? whassup now? whassup now? whassup now?
Whattup now? hahahahah

(yo red, c'mon, get back to the track man, i wanna get out of here!)

Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy i'm sexy when i'm standin in my drawers
If you can't check me when i'm rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that i kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
Cause my lip get to the point, to still rock the fly shit
Since you're holding your breath, i hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so i walk, holdin my tools
The original p-funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk g
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while i rip the raps from my lips cause
My shit's more deep, than any tape from enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- i'm a shoot us and they got blasted
Much ass i kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!
My shit's very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause i'm a wild and crazy guy! no lie!
Last brother to battle me i started pissin in his eye
I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't
And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where i'm comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!

"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x)
"i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

[redman]
Mic check, i can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack em in like janet
Jackson, she's askin if i can slam it
I'm....

[hurricane g]
Yo yo redman! man what the fuck man?
Get the fuck off that.. punk smoov shit man!
Get with that rough shit man, you know how we do!

[redman]
Mic check, i walk around the streets with a black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what i'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, hurricane g packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It's the redman on the funk thang
Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night
To do what i wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front
On the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
I'm not a addict, more like puff than magic
Then pass it when i'm through cause my crew gots to have it
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what i'm sayin
Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggaz ain't playin

Fat black bitch! nasty..
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty africans, mr. bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass..
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!

You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smoov shit, i get down wit the boom bip
Like q-tip, i kick more styles than bruce shoe's kick
But tonight's the night what i write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like mike'n'ike's
Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz
The {pack pistol posse} keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
Blunt system pumps cause it's friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack
Remember, i do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slick=er than my man rick
You better check the yellow pages under smoov shit
Cause red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (how come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run

Nasty fuckin greenthumb jolly green niggaz
Tango mango, pickin havin ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
Johnny cash, afro havin
Jack of spades, boots havin
Tony danza, shoes wearin ass!

B-b-b-black by popular demand, i expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, i get wreck, i puff mad blunts
I get vexed, i break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You...

Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn this shit off, g
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?

(let's get ready to rumble!)
In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
P funkadelic and i gotcha hard enough
That i can chew a whole bag of rocks
Chew an avenue, chew an off street and off block
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
Cause reggie noble's pissed
I crush your whole brain frame
Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
That have your rap style for lunch, chump
Cause 92, i take a whole crew
Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
(poo pow)
To show you what type of stuff i'm on
You can't puff or sniff it
Because i was born with it
The funkadelic devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
Then 1, 2, 3 you're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk,
Pump it in your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when i do rock
I'm too hot, some say i got more juice then tupac
(straight outta jersey)

You heard me, my brother
Im laughin,
Time 4 sum action

Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
(explosion!)
Straight from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk force
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile
Brotha
Then strike a pose like madonna
My mom's kicked me out because i did what i want to
The original p-funk stroke a trunk of funk
Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
So color me bad, plus color me black
For the funk that i pack, red freak it to the funk track
(the funky fly stuff)
Come on and let me kick
(the funky fly stuff)
Just to show you where the hell i come from
I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
Check my rep, i'm a hit when i have sex
(like this)
Make you twist to the list
Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at?
There on the floor, pick em up
While i pour a lil funk down your brain punk
Listen to my name chump
(redman ready to rock)
I got a glock
Then, pow!, your body is all over the block
Tryin to step to ths, the exorcist, kick it
I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
And blow your head off, just for askin
"who's the one rappin?"
(poo pow)
Time for sum action

*spoken*
Yo, 1992, redman gets paid
Yeah, know what im sayin
We not goin for the okee doke, believe that
Hit squad is defineteliy in the house
(in the house)
For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up
Word is bond, i gotta show them the flava....

Aaaah...
Back to the funk track, like black sheep
My man, he say, "who's the redman?"
"where's the redman?"
I kill, i smother, i get down with the...

(yo, yo, yo! chiil, g. chill la. it's over man.
You ain't gotta say no more, it's over.)