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INTERPRÉTATION
Redman
Redman
Chant
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
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Lowell Fulson
Lowell Fulson
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Ohio Players
Ohio Players
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Stetsasonic
Stetsasonic
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lowell Fulson
Lowell Fulson
Paroles/Composition
Jimmy McCracklin
Jimmy McCracklin
Paroles/Composition
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Paroles/Composition
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
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Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
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Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Production
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Production
Charlie Marotta
Charlie Marotta
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ivan 'Doc' Rodriguez
Ivan 'Doc' Rodriguez
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Ken Wallace
Ken Wallace
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Rod Cee
Rod Cee
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In this corner we have the funk body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha 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 your 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 (Poo 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 10 Then 1, 2, 3 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 Tupac (Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my brother I'm laughing, time 4 sum action Lights, camera, cock back the hammer (Explosion) Straight from the land of the lost I'ma hit you with the funk force That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha Then strike a pose like Madonna My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps 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 1, 1 2 Check my rep, I'm a hit 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? There on the floor, pick 'em up While I pour a lil' 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 the, the exorcist, kick it I get mad wicked when twin cocks the biscuit And blow your head off, just for askin' "Who's the one rappin'?" (Poo pow) Time 4 sum action 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 who don't be knowin' what's up Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava Aah, back to the funk track, like Black Sheep My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?" "Where's the Redman?" I kill, I smother, I get down with the (Yo, yo, yo chill, G. chill la, it's over man) (You ain't gotta say no more, it's over)
Writer(s): George Clinton Jr., Gregory E. Jacobs, Walter Morrison, Senen Reyes, William Earl Collins, Jimmy Mccracklin, Louis M. Freeze, Reggie Noble, Lowell Fulsom, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, Larry E. Muggerud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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