[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