Time 4 Sum Aksion
Erick Sermon feat. Redman
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Uh, c'mon, yeah
Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
Let's get ready to rumble!
In this corner, we have the funk body snatcher
P-Funkadelic and I gots ya
Hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks
Chew an avenue, chew an off-street, an off-block
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a solo
Clutch Reggie Noble's pits, I crush the whole brainframe
'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
To have your rap style for lunch, chump
'Cause '92, I take a whole crew
Give 'em a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
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 ten
The one, two, three, you're pinned, I get action
So everybody jump with your rump
If you like the way the sound pump, pump it in your back, chump
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2Pac
Straight outta Jersey, you heard me, my brother
I'm black, time for some action
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some (Ah!)
Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
(Exclusive) Straight from the Land of the Lost
I'ma hit you with the funk force that make you run
Your rap style back to the crack vial, brother
Then strike a pose like Madonna
My moms kicked me out because I did what I want, chump
The original P-Funk, chump, dump a chunk of funk
In your skullcap, 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw rap
So color me bad, plus color me black
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
(The funk do die stuff) C'mon and let me kick the
(The funk do die stuff) Just to show you where the hell I come from
I get dumb with the one-one-two
Check my rep from my hip when I have sex (Like this)
Make you twist to the midst of a funky brain cell
When it's pumped on a spliff, and all that, the hi-hat
Go find it, listen, look, oops, brother, where your eyes at?
They on the floor, pick 'em up while I pour
Little funk on 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
Tryna step to this, the Exorcist kick it
I get mad wicked when Twin cock the biscuit
And blow your head off, just for askin'
Who's the one rappin'? Who, pow? Time for some action
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Time for some action, it's time-time for some
Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid (Yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
And I call for the okey-doke (Believe that)
Hit Squad definitely in the house (In the house)
For the brothers that don't be knowin' (What's up?)
Word is bond, I gotta show 'em the flavor (Ah!)
Back to the funk track, like Black Sheep, my man
You say, uh, who's the Redman? Where's the Redman?
I killed, I smothered, I get down with the bread
Yo, yo, yo, chill, yo, yo, yo, chill, G, chill out
It's over, man
Yo, you don't gotta say no more, it's over