Time 4 Sum Aksion - Intellectual

[Intro]

Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin'-two

Straight from Jersey, the Phillie blunt lives on

Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down

[Chorus: B-Real & Big Daddy Kane]

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (Come on)

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (Yeah)

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (Lights, camera, action)

[Verse 1]

(Let's get ready to rumble)

In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher

P-Funkadelic and I gat ya

Hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks

Chew an avenue, chew an off street and off block

Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist

'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed

I crush the whole brain frame

'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk

That have your rap style for lunch, chump

'Cause '92, I take a whole crew

Give them a punch of the funk

Knock all of their gold tooth loose (Pow)

To show you what type of stuff I'm on, you can't puff or sniff it

Because I was born with it

The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of ten

Then one, two, three, you're pinned

I get action, so everybody jump wit' your rump

If you like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk

And let loose with the juice when I do rock

I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice than 2Pac

Straight outta Jersey

You heard me, my brother, I'm laughin'

Time for some action

[Chorus: B-Real]

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some

[Verse 2]

Lights, camera, cock back the hammer (Explosion)

Straight from the Land of the Lost

I'ma hit you with the funk force

That make you run your rap style back to the crack aisle, brotha

Then strike a pose like Madonna

My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want ta

The original P-Funk, chump, dump a trunk of funk

In your skull caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw rap

So color me bad, plus color me black

For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track

(The funky fly stuff)

Come on and let me kick

(The funky fly stuff)

Just to show you where the hell I come from

I get dumb with the one, one, two

Check my rep from my hip when I have sex (Like this)

Make you twist to the list

Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff

And all that, the hi hat, go buy that

Listen, look, oops, brother, where your eyes at?

They on the floor, pick 'em up

While I pour lyric funk down your brain, punk

Listen to my name, chump

(Redman ready to rock)

I got a Glock, then pow, your body is all over the block

Tryin' to step to this, the exorcist, kick it

I get mad wicked when Twin cock the biscuit

And blow your head off

Just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (Poo-pow)

Time for some action

[Chorus: B-Real]

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (Yeah)

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action

[Interlude]

Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid

Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?

We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe that

Hit Squad is definitely in the house (In the house)

For the brothers that don't be knowin', what's up?

Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava

[Outro]

Back to the funk track like Black Sheep

My man jump say, uh

"Who's the Redman? Where's the Redman?"

I kill, I smother, I get down with the (Yo, yo, yo, chill)

Yo, yo, Red, yo, chill, G

Chill, akh

It's over man

Yo, you don't gotta say no more, it's over