Jam 4 U Lyrics - Whut? Thee Album - Redman

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 

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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 

Photos 

'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