Redman - Time 4 Sum Aksion Lyrics
(lets get ready to rumble!)In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcherP funkadelic and I gotcha hard enoughThat I can chew a whole bag of rocksChew an avenue, chew an off street and off blockThen turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloistCause reggie nobles pissedI crush your whole brain frameCause you couldnt maintain the funkThat have your rap style for lunch, chumpCause 92, I take a whole crewGive them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose(poo pow)To show you what type of stuff Im onYou cant puff or sniff itBecause I was born with itThe funkadelic devil, hit you with the rap level of 10Then 1, 2, 3 youre pinnedI get action, so everybody jump wit your rumpIf you like the way it sounds punk,Pump it in your back trunkAnd let loose with the juice when I do rockIm too hot, some say I got more juice then tupac(straight outta jersey)You heard me, my brotherIm laughin,Time 4 sum actionLights, camera, ***** back the hammer(explosion!)Straight from the land of the lostIma hit you with the funk forceThat makes you run your rap style back to the crack vileBrothaThen strike a pose like madonnaMy moms kicked me out because I did what I want toThe original p-funk stroke a trunk of funkThen you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw rapsSo color me bad, plus color me blackFor 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 fromI get dumb with the 1, 1-2Check my rep, Im a hit when I have sex(like this)Make you twist to the listOf a funky brain cell when its puffed on a spliffAnd all that, the hi hat, go buy that,Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at?There on the floor, pick em upWhile I pour a lil funk down your brain punkListen to my name chump(redman ready to rock)I got a glockThen, pow!, your body is all over the blockTryin to step to ths, the exorcist, kick itI git mad wicked when the twin *****s the buscuitAnd blow your head off, just for askinWhos the one rappin?(poo pow)Time for sum action*spoken*Yo, 1992, redman gets paidYeah, know what Im sayinWe not goin for the okee doke, believe thatHit squad is defineteliy in the house(in the house)For the brothers who dont be knowin whats upWord is bond, I gotta show them the flava....Aaaah...Back to the funk track, like black sheepMy man, he say, whos the redman?Wheres the redman?I kill, I smother, I get down with the...(yo, yo, yo! chiil, g. chill la. its over man.You aint gotta say no more, its over.)
