Jam 4 U Redman

[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