Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion   Let's get ready to rumble      In this corner we have the funk body snatcher   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      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 with 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 I'm laughin'      Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion      Lights, camera, cock back the hammer   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 112   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 biscuit   And blow your head off, just for askin'   "Who's the one rappin?"      Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion   Time 4 sum aksion      Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin'   We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe that   Hit Squad is definitely in the house   For the brothers that don't be knowin' what's up?   Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava      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, chill, G, chill la, it's over man   You ain't gotta say no more, it's over