Jam 4 U

[Intro] *Inhale*, *cough* Yo, this is for motherfuckers that talk that sellout shit Watch my hands [Chorus] I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you (Ev— Everybody get up) I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you (Get on up— Get on up) [Verse 1] 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 "Da-na-na-na-da-da" 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're nasty! 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 [Chorus] I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you (Ev— Everybody get up) I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you (Get on up— Get on up) [Verse 2] 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 ba-bee while the others bum-bumble Don-dan-dan, do-do-don-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 (Freeze now) On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O- Wens with the Benz, 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 and The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits Then split ya from your wrist to your armpits But true indeed, since pops dropped the seed I knew I'd be the funkiest brother that ever bleeds Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket That's dumb, dumb 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 [Chorus] I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you (Ev— Everybody get up) I just want to jam for you I just want to jam for you