Redman Album

[No lyrics]

(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.)

Verse 1, Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself:

Yo, yo, yo check this out
Yo, yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo, yo Red
Yo, what's up G?
Yo, yo, yo check this out
I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So, what we're gonna do, is we're gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here, word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah, yeah
That ol' P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that's it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol' shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown's socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it

Chorus:

Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up

Verse 1:

Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but mac ten
A mac twenty maybe if I didn't subtract ten
My background straight from a black mans culture
Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle, damn you
Too hard to handle
E Double slam once, and Redman slam two
Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay, bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk

Chorus, Repeat 2X

Verse 2:

I'm back with the funk, chump
You want funk, how many lumps?
I got spunk
I'm well known like Donald Trump
I'm not...

[No lyrics]

Ahh Redman..
Do you feel that the blacks in your community
are still mad at the racial situation?

[Red] Yeah they still mad
And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face
I'ma kick your...

Over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened
in Newark, New Jersey alone -- still the saga continues

[Redman]
Stick em up, STICK EM UP! I got the jammie to your vest punk
Don't make a move! Before I choose to make your guts run
all over the block, cause my stomach's in a knot
and it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock
I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin bats and gats
so I *farting noise* 'fore I snack Jack
Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant
My moms takin a bath and my brother's next arrivin
I gotta think of a plan so I can eat
I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks
I squat up, cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin loot out
from Burger King and what I'ma do is..
run up on him, SNATCH the bag of money, then bust the dummy!
Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take
Cause I pack jammies inside of my Nordface, coat
Had the black brother on scope
No joke's what I am cause the man's a pure pro
(Yo my man you got a light?
Yeah give me the effin money too G!) Yo STOP STOP STOP!
Took the money then I dipped with the quickness
The plan went well so I got down to the business
Opened up the bag it was filled with paper
I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper
Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops
What they carryin? Black glocks (shit's thick!)
What's the next move? My life's on the line
Bullets in their clips and none in mine
Sirens on, once again it's on
I fell (OW!) and then the black glocks went POW!
I got snuffed and I got bust
Now the only thing I'm sniffin is dust, cause it's

("It's so rough!") 5X

Me and Erick Sermon takin a trip Uptown
In the ? run a blast and my tape pumpin ganja
Since Erick got props
I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop
Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me
It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin me
So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific
Not knowin she was scopin me cause I was MAD splifted
Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk
Playin Redman and Erick out like two chumps
Callin him weekdays, callin me weeknights
(Who had her weekends?) Whichever man would freak right
Things got cozy one night like dynamite
We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts
No hats? Went Funkadelic
Took a splash, you know how that go fellas
Two months later (see you later alligator)
She was pissed and, I ended up seein my position
She took a blood test, she took a head check
Looked at me thinkin, "Why the hell he isn't dead yet?"
Then I asked her, "Why you lookin at me?!"
She said, "Redman because you have the HIV"
Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around!
Too late, cause Erick already had his drawers down
Cause it's

("It's so rough!") 3X
[R] Cause it's so rough!

To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats
You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps
And to my sisters, make em wear they prophyl-lastic
Cause it's drastic, havin another ghetto bastard
Think I'm vyin for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts
You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up
Cause you end up messin around catchin the heebie jeebies
Lookin like WHODUNNIT? Witcha face up on the TV
So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect
cause you could be like sexin to your last death
And if you still don't know the time, press rewind
cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline

[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]

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

"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" Sermon, from Rampage on
EPMD's _Business as Usual_
(repeat 4X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Chill and relax, I'm back in effect
Yes I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette
Deaths turned spoiled, rich like top soil
Still loyal still the MC Grand Royal
I'm still dope I'm still no joke
I'm don't care, I'm still wild like Tone Loc
I'm swift, a.k.a. a black stallion
Fat herringbone, with no medallion
Hello, I still got the same funk flow and yo
I still get busy like Arsenio
When I rock I need all the girls with me
So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
Houston, producin a style that make a smile
To make you say, "Ooooohh chilllld!"
Bust the steps, the picture, frame it
Hall of fame it hang it so no one can claim it
I rule from my style from the Boondox
Now my shit pumps in the boombox
Yo Red, my ears are ringin
*sings* Heyyyyy, Erick Serrrmon! Heyyyayyyy!
Uhh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway
Plus you have the crotch to drive me crazy
I'm replyin rude ("slow down baby" -- LL Cool J)
I'm ill, smooth as Johnny Gill
Gill, my my my, I pack steel
So back off softie, here's a ice cream cone
Put down the microphone
Thank you, right about now I'm through
I'm ghost like Casper... see you!

"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" (repeat 4X)

Verse Two: Redman

Funky fresh in the flesh, the Sooperman grand slams a new twist
Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits
I stay, freshly dipped with the nine
and a clip on my hip, moneygrip, no bullshit
I tic-tac on small cracks I'm all that to fall black
My jaw snap with raps so umm, get the balls Jack
Flavor like Flav, plus I'm well paid
Own a maid with a plaid, mack daddy of the decade
At a slow rate, I sparkly like Colgate
My dick's name machete, I stab much hoe-cake
I don't have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks
It gets me where I'm going, until my damn feet stops
On and on like a switch, bust the mix
Jammm, OOPS! I turn up the pitch
To make me boom to zoom with the tune
To make the cow jump back over the moon
It's Reggie Noble, yeahhh, I'm feelin kinda so-so
I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose blow
Funk out of site with the type of hype
to make you say umm, a dy-no-mite!!
Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla
I kill more kills than the quils from Tequila
I'm down with the green eyed brother named Erick
Charlie how you rate this? (Hmm, jam like Bo Derek)
I'm deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally
PMD, my man Solo, and I'm auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudi...

"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" (repeat 7X)
"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets
A master of the beatdown, my style's rugged..."

[No lyrics]

(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)

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

[No lyrics]

RRRRAHHHHH! Look out! You musta got hit with some bullshit!
Yo, where at?
Smack dab across your lips, can you talk?
Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
Yo-ye-yo Redman, what the fuck was that?
I don't know but it's on my top lip
Don't crack jokes, and pop shit
Just get it off my top lip
Or Reggie, you can drop kid
Oah-OK be still chill, I'm gettin it off your grill
Wha-what was it?
Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch Jill
Yeah
But c'mon, check it
Motherfuckin right
Let's get busy on this record
So we can make the dough
Shit
and make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked
On the strength!
Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr'
First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
Blunts?
Blunts
Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop
Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my Benz truck
Now you know you don't own a Benz
Yes I do and chrome's the trim
Black with a system when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins
With Olde E sittin in between my lap
and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
The original P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
like Max and..
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
Lights, camera, hahh, action
Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order?
It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
and then swallow without the damn water to follow
You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo
Whatchu know?
I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's
That ain't what you told me last week
Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex
For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
Tsk tsk, I'm musically gifted, to rip it
That's bullshit yo
Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a..
HOLD UP! I don't think I can freak the funk like that
I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft
Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
get your gang, cause I'm Fightin with more Power than Chuck D
Chuck D from Public Enemy?
Yeah he's a friend of me
The one that say "Brothers and sisters?"
Yeah but he's no kin to me
I'm strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
BOOM!
If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin skins
Fuck skins, I'm hittin puss when it's gush
Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
LOOK!
Up in the air?
No the cab
Who's in the cab? Whut Thee??!!
It's Superman!! WHY?
Because it's hot as a MOTHERFUCKER out here

Oh word, you bet I'm gettin the fuck out of here man
Yeah me too
Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you
Willya who?
Willya SUCK MY DIHHHHHK!
Aiyyo fuck you!
(laughing)
Big nose bitch!
I hate your stupid ass
You a stupid motherfucker!

[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?

A-hem.. hit me
This is goin down
What's goin down?
Yo yo yo Reggie Noble, drop that beat in, hah!
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Give it to me, give it to me

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! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Funky fresh in the flesh trail
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 Red! (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge!

Look out.. AHHHHH!

Can I tear the roof off this mother? It's the Funkdafied brother
Then I laugh, because I burn ya like _Backdraft_
So call the fire engine cause I'm flamin up your buildin
_One Life to Live_ so the funk is in _All My Children_
Cause I can get wicked like the witches from Eastwick
And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit
and crumble, my style is more flyer than ? Brundle ?
Fly from the fly part one to fly part two
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
Yi sae sang cheil eu na nun Redman, my man

[ Get away, get off me, get lost]
[ Who am I, I am, I'm Redman]
[ There's no one better than me]
[ The world's BEST is REDMAN, my man]

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

ERRRK! Let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
cause I cut your freakin eyes out, 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!

[EXPLOSION]

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"

[No lyrics]

(Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww SHIT!!)

Check it out
Yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers
You know what I'm sayin'?
The saga of the philly blunt continues
The flava's the P-Funk y'all, get wit it
Check it out...

(Verse 1)

Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're down with this
It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
The results, mmmmmmmm....proper

(chorus)
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
Let's all roll a blunt
..and get fucked up (yea)
(repeats again)

(Verse 2)

The second paragraph might makes you laugh
When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass
That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him
Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon
(yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)
I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva
And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit
I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick
And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females
That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails
(hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)
You better pickup every seed of it
Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..
And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled
Bo know everything from sports to other stuff
But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.

(chorus)

(hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?
Sit yo big ass down...)

(bridge)
Yo, yo, check this out
I want all the real niggas out there and the females too
If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell
I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.

(Verse 3)
Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace
To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East
And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket
Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with
So everybody put they blunt up in the air
Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care
So..(pump up the volume) ..so it's heard thru the next block
I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..

(outro)

(yea, DJ Twinz in the house)
Yea, Redman's in the house
Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6
Yo, I'm out, yo Reg
Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)

(record stops)

Lady:
So Redman the whole town is just buzzing why do they call you Sooperman Luver?

Redman:
I dunno, you know what I'm saying, every time i get finished hittin tha boots with some big butt female, she start acting strange (both laugh) ya know what I'm saying?

Lady:
Oh Really?

Redman:
Really

Lady:
That sounds very interesting

Redman:
yeah sweetheart

Lady:
Ummm, what,what are your plans now that your off tour?

Redman:
I dunno since I'm off tour and shit I'll probably ,you know, fly off to tha island somewhere and get a big stupid room with a crazy ja'causezi and mad izzum and just lounge for a whole week, ya know what I'm saying, nothing spectacular ya know what I'm saying doing tha wild thing.

Lady:
Uh huh well I just happen to have my own ja'causezi

Redman:
So what are you saying sweetheart?

Lady:
Well, I just thought maybe

Redman:
Oh my god, whoa chill chill sweetheart, slow down ya know what I'm sayin.

-Look! Up in the sky!
-It's a bird...
-It's a plane!
-Hee hee hee hee, naw! It's Sooperman Lover, baby!

-Daddy, Daddy!
-Would you please read us a story?
-Alright, get over here and sit yo big ass down,
Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover...

Verse 1

Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit
Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y)
Boogie'n to my walkman
With an "S" on my chest
(Bust a move!)
Yes I'm a Superhero, don't forget
I smoke mad niggas
So to hell with cigarettes
But anyway,
Let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am
So git off that ol' bull-SHUCKS
Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!)
Let me jet, Or i'll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, black,
I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree
With a tag that says that:
"If found,
Please return to this address"
(How did you see it)?
Nigga! Wit my X-Ray eye set!
Like "Pchoooooooww"!
I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick fast,
I dipped into my Sooperlover suit...

(I can leap,
tall buildings
In a single bound...)

BOOOM!!!!
Right through the fuckin' phone-booth ceiling!
(IT'S A PLANE!)
Naw, Sooperman Lover's the name
I can slam King-Kong
And pick up freight trains
On a mission,
To save this cat/that was wishin'
He was in his litter
Watchin' Fritz on channel 6'n
Relaxin'
feet cocked-up/ just a little
With a cod cocktail
And a bowl, of tender vittles
I snatched, him
Took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won't start
meowin' and bitchin'
The letter in cat's tag address (?)
said THE PROJECTS
(Elevator's broke!)
So I had to take the back steps
(Knock, Knock)
The door opened
then my eyes swole
from this BADASS DAME (Damn!)
Sippin' a quart of "Old Gold"
-"Yo, is this your cat?"
-"Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
-"He was stuck in a tree,
Around Uptown Manhattan"
-"Well how the hell did you save him?

Are you Police/Undercover?"
-"Naw baby,
The "S" on my chest stands for:"


Chorus:
Sooperman Lover (Yeah!)
Baby call him the Sooperman Lover
Something wrong...
Something wrong, indeed
Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed...

Verse 2

She was grateful
Lookin' for ways to repay me
No money,
A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe?
Of course
What kind of sauce(?) did I take?
Make my donut Jelly
And my coffee Sanka
We sat,
Unhooked the cape from the back
She felt my arms
'Cause my pythons looked stacked
"Goddamn, Sooperlover!
Yo shit looks thick
Tell me, how strong are you
With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)"

(I'm stronger than a locomotive)

I'll keep hittin ya like Rocky
She ran to the room
And came back with a (?)
Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
Wit' a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up,
Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up
To mix the coke with the smoke
Yo, she was no joke
She took a sniff,
Some got on her top lip
That bitch stuck out her tounge
and gave her top lip a lick
and said:
-"Here baby, hit it."
-"Naw baby, I ain't wit' it
You'd need more than a body
To make me wanna hit that shit!"
But I'll hit the blunt
So she took out her fronts
Cracked the philly
Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
Then I took a long pull
It was hype/ outtasite
We ran into the bedroom
So I cracked my pants for head room
Later, tossed the covers
And oh, brother! I was wit' it
Ready to hit it
Asked my dick, "YO, WHASSUP GEE?"
"Yo man, shit's thick"
Licked her down her belly
And kissed her on her back
Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
And I felt the bozack(!)
As big as mine (YO!)
This bitch must be craze,
So I threw my suit on
And I was Swayze...
'Cause I'm the:
Chorus

[No lyrics]