Time 4 Sumaksion
Redman"Time 4 Sumaksion" is a song by Redman, released in 2000 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:21 long and contains 80 lines and 533 words.
Lyrics
0:27LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE
0:29In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
0:30P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
0:32That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
0:35Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block
0:37Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
0:40Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
0:42I crush your whole brain frame
0:43Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
0:44That have your rap style for lunch, chump
0:47Cause 92, I take a whole crew
0:48Give them a punch of the funk,
0:50knock all of their gold tooth loose
0:51POO POW
0:52To show you what type of stuff I'm on
0:54You can't puff or sniff it
0:55Because I was born with it
0:56The Funkadelic Devil,
0:57hit you with the rap level of 10
0:59Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned
1:00I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
1:02If you like the way it sounds punk,
1:04Pump it in your back trunk
1:05And let loose with the juice when I do rock
1:07I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
1:10STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY
1:11You heard me, my brother
1:12Im laughin,
1:13TIME 4 SUM ACTION
1:33Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
1:35EXPLOSION!
1:36Straight from the land of the lost
1:38I'ma hit you with the funk force
1:40That makes you run
1:41your rap style back to the crack vile
1:42Brotha
1:43Then strike a pose like Madonna
1:44My mom's kicked me out because
1:46I did what I want to
1:47The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
1:49Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
1:52So color me bad, plus color me black
1:54For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
1:56(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
1:58Come on and let me kick
1:59(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
2:00Just to show you where the HELL I COME FROM
2:02I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
2:04Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
2:05(like this)
2:06Make you twist to the list
2:08Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
2:10And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
2:13Listen, look, OOPS, brother where your eyes at?
2:15There on the floor, pick em up
2:16While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk
2:18Listen to my name chump
2:19REDMAN READY TO ROCK
2:21I got a glock
2:22THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block
2:24Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
2:26I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
2:29And blow your head off, just for askin
2:31"Who's the one rappin?"
2:32POO POW
2:32TIME FOR SUM ACTION
2:53Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid
2:56Yeah, know what Im sayin
2:58We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that
3:01Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house
3:03IN THE HOUSE
3:04For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up
3:08Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava....
3:10AAAAH...
3:11back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
3:12My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
3:14"Where's the Redman?"
3:15I kill, I smother, I get down with the...
3:18YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man.
3:21You ain't gotta say no more, it's over.
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher 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 POO POW 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 wit 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 Im laughin, TIME 4 SUM ACTION Lights, camera, cock back the hammer EXPLOSION! 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 1, 1-2 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 buscuit And blow your head off, just for askin "Who's the one rappin?" POO POW TIME FOR SUM ACTION Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid Yeah, know what Im sayin We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house IN THE HOUSE For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava.... AAAAH... 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! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man. You ain't gotta say no more, it's over.
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