Aiyyo-yo-yo-yo you better pass it
Aiyyo check this out [bad word] 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 better ask
Aiyyo-yo you better pass that blunt
And yo E, [bad word] to you live with the Cosmic type stuff

Verse One: Redman

Well it's that [bad word] six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
Schoolin [bad word] of stackas like final exams
Cause, it's the (UH!) Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Elements, and [bad word] through your block
Can't you smell it trick?
Wanna copy-cat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
HUHHHHHHH! Got a little Redman in town
Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??
I don't know man, but you better warn him what I would do
Wild out on his staff like birds one and two
My [bad word] thicka than [bad word] from the borough
You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl
Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop
 [bad word] 

On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin on to the funky [bad word]  c'mon
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin on to the funky [bad word] 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 hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse

Verse Two:

Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond [bad word] in swarms, so turn your flashlights on
Due to difficulty, my style flows while it travels across the planet
In 48 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-Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours!
To 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 [bad word] 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 cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU and Carlos
Huuhhh! I just stay funky like that
Make you wanna (sssss) 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
 [bad word] 

On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin on to the funky [bad word]  c'mon
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin on to the funky [bad word] 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 Three:

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 [bad word] D.MC's from my Rock Box
Hey you, [bad word] Clean like [bad word] 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, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips
The new stuff, creamin brothas like Breyers
He's heating up -- nah, brotha, I'm on fire!
Dribble dribble shootin three pointers to the [bad word] trick
Try to take my style? BLAOW! and one
DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square
My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask

Outro:

That bomb Chocolate [bad word] to you live
From the ninety-fo' era
Aiyyo you better pass that blunt, aiyyo ch