[Redman]
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a [bad word] Around the planet, pack em in like Janet
Jackson, she's askin if I can slam it
I'm

[Hurricane G]
Yo yo Redman! Man what the [bad word] man?
Get the [bad word] off that.. punk smoov [bad word] man!
Get with that rough [bad word] man, you know how we do!

[Redman]
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin the hype [bad word] I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show them [bad word] what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It's the Redman on the funk train
Psyche, you're [bad word] right, tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front
On the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
I'm not a addict, more like puff than magic
Then pass it when I'm through cause my crew gots to have it
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin
Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin

Fat black [bad word]  Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath [bad word] Nasty, talk to your [bad word] [bad word] With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin [bad word] Lemming leprechaun haircut [bad word] 

You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese [bad word] the smooth [bad word]  I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than [bad word] shoe's kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
Blunt system pumps cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Cause, we can do that black, so "Get the Bozack" Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin out my window at a [bad word] and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes [bad word] Jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth [bad word] Cause Red ain't down for the [bad word] Niggas [bad word] up by letting me make an album (How [bad word] boy?)
To get on the mic and let my [bad word] [bad word] 
Nasty [bad word] greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin havin [bad word] Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin [bad word] Johnny Cash, afro havin
Jack of Spades, boots havin
Tony Danza, shoes wearin [bad word] 

B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get , I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You

Yo, [bad word] that, yo turn this [bad word] off man
Turn this [bad word] off, Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?