Jam 4 U

Yo, this is for motherfuckers

That talk that sellout shit

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, 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 PumpStrong 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"Ahh, you guessed it",

I knowWhen 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 KongDrop pound for pound to throw down and strut

Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up"

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, 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

SecretMe 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-inThe 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 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, get on up