Lyrics of 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 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
"ahh, 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 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 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 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