'Scuse me while I dodgeroll

Ah! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps

Who don't be knowin' my name, I tear the frame out ya punks

I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna back flip

I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik

The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a Glock

Holy hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props

My style is hummin' cummin' atcha! Duck or get backed up

Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture'

So come on light the Buddha check your honey while I scoop her

The Superfly, Jimmy Fly Snuka rips the roof off

Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two

It's you, who? Redman with the Kung-Fu

Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the rough neck

Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette

But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids

Yo E (Whats up G?) Bridge!

* YOU DIED *