Released on September 29, 1994

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[Intro]

Ayo, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it

Ayo, check this out

We coming to you live from that bomb Chocolate City, my man

Where the knotty-headed niggas and the Brick City brigade dwell

And if you don't know, your fool behind better ask

Yo, yo, you better pass that blunt

Ayo, E, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff


[Verse 1]

Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath

And you should be peepin' how I get smoked out on the weekends

I swing it to my crew, or down to my fam

Schoolin' hello's knockers like final exams

'Cause, it's that (Huh), Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant

Elements, and it's coming through your blocks, can't you smell it, trick?

Wanna copycat my whole format

So you get funk tracks, punchlines, and skull hats

Huh, got a little Redman in town

Who's the effin' clown soundin' wack with the frown?

I don't know, man, but you better warn him what I would do

Wild out on this staff like birds one and two

My crew runs thicker than syrup from the barrel

You get hurt up, word up, jammed like Pearl

Knock off a bloodclaat, puff on a rough block

R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop


[Chorus]

On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, come on

(On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin' on to the funky shit)

I said Jersey's in the house (Jersey's in the house)

I said Brooklyn's in the house (Brooklyn's in the house)

I said Uptown's in the house (Uptown's in the house)

I said the Bronx in the hid-ouse (The Bronx in the hid-ouse)


[Verse 2]

Newark, New Jersey, rock, rock on, word is bond

I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on

Due to difficulty, my style blows wattage across the planet

In forty-eight hours like Nick Nolte

Droppin' the flavor, stay sky high like pager

I'm magical like Fantasia on paper

I saw the light like Kraftwerk, of course

When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, it's yours

In your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed

Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes real fast

But you flopped, and your image choked like a TEC

Now who freakin' style your ass gonna steal next?

Are there any more imitators in the house? There are no

Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago

Catch the combo, funky like a bag of Bravos

Way back when I pumped 92 KTU in Harlem

Huh, I just stay funky like that

Make you wanna, shh, my style like a junkie on crack

Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now

When I break it down from Newark, NJ to Illtown


[Chorus]

On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon

(On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin' on to the funky shit)

I said Virginia's in the house (Virginia's in the house)

I said Cali's in the house (Cali's in the house)

I said Atlanta's in the house (Atlanta's in the house)

North Carolina's in the house (Carolina's in the house)


[Verse 3]

Yoo-hoo, watch the birdie while Red wreck your brains early

If rap was B-ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy

Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked

Twice my device, Run-D.M.C.'s from my rock box

Hey you, better come clean like Jeru

Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view to your crew

I give a boom bip to Q-Tip

Standin' tall like Shaq, money, I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips

The new stuff, creamin' brothers like Breyers

He's heating up, nah, brother, I'm on fire

Dribble dribble, shootin' three pointers to the drum

Trick try to take my style, foul, and-one

DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square

My man Shaft, you don't know, you better ask


[Outro]

Hah, that bomb Chocolate City coming to you live

For the ninety-four era

Ayo, you better pass that blunt, ayo, check this out

We gon' take it to you live where Newark, New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya

Every day and all day, how we do it, word is bond, word is day

Def Squad's in the house for the nine-four, word is bond, word is day

They said Hawthorne Ave got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day

Knotty-head niggas in the house for nine-four, word is bond, word is day

Brick City brigade in the house for nine-four, word is bond, word is day

Redman rocks on and on for the nine-four, word is bond, word is day

Word is bond, word is bond in the house, I'm in the house

Word is bond, word is day

You can suck my balls and lick my clip, not word bond, word to me

Word is bond, word to me

Word is bond, word to me

Check it out, check it out

We comin' to you live with the Cosmic Slop

On the fuckin' block and we got the Glocks to your knot

Who's the funk nigga and I'm comin' to your blocks

It's the Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, ele— yeah