Time 4 Sum Aksion - Redman Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

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