Intro:      Aiyyo-yo-yo-yo you better pass it   Aiyyo check this out   We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man   Where the knotty-headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell   And if you don't know your fool better ask   Aiyyo-yo you better pass that blunt   And yo E, we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff      Verse One: Redman      Well it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath   And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend   I swing it to my crew or down to my fans   Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams   Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant   elements, and it's coming through your block   Can't you smell it trick?   Wanna copy-cat my whole format   So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats   Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town   Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??   I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do   While loud on this staff like birds one and two   My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow   You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl   Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block   Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop      Chorus:      On and on, and it don't quit   Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon   On and on, and it don't quit   Redman rockin on to the funky shit   I said Jersey's in the house Jersey's in the house   I said Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house   I said Uptown's in the house Uptown's in the house   I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse      Verse Two:      Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond   I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on   Due to dificulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet   in 48 Hours like Nick Nolte   Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager   I'm magical like Fantasia on paper   I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course   When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours!   To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed   Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast   But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec   Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next?   Are there any more imitators in the house?? There are no   Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago   Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos   Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-U in car loads   Huuh! I just stay funky like that   Make you wanna (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack   Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now   When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown      Chorus:       On and on, and it don't quit   Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon   On and on, and it don't quit   Redman rockin on to the funky shit   I said Virginia's in the house Virginia's in the house   I said Cali's in the house Cali's in the house   I said Atlanta's in the house Atlanta's in the house    North Carolina's in the house Carolina's in the house         Verse Three:      Yoo-hoo watch the birdie!! While Red wreck your brains early   If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy   Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked   Twice my device, Run-D.MC's from my Rock Box   Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru   Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view   to your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip   Standin tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips   The new stuff, creamin brothas like Breyer's   He's heating up -- nah, brotha, I'm on fire!   Dribble dribble shootin three pointers to the drum trick   Try to take my style, BLAOW, end one   DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square   My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask      Outro:      That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live   from the ninety-fo' era   Aiyyo you better pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out   We gonna take it to you live   where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya   Everyday and all day, how we do it word is bond, word is day   Def Squad's in the house for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day   The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day   Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day   Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day   Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day   Word is bond word is bond in the house I'm in the house   Word is bond, word is day   You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d, ehehehehehe   Word bond, word day   Hehehehehe, word is bond, word is day   Check it out, check it out   We comin to you live with the Cosmic Slop   On the fuckin block and we got the glocks   To your knot, who's the funk nigga and I'm comin to ya hot   It's that, Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, ele, yeah