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REDMAN lyrics : "Jam 4 U"

[inhales, starts coughing]
Yo, this is for mother$#&@ers - that talk that sellout %#@!


"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" [x2]

"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" [x2]

"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"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" [x2]
"Ev-everybody get up!"

"I just want to jam for you" [x2]

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