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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Vocals
Das EFX
Sampled Artist
EPMD
Sampled Artist
Guy
Sampled Artist
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Kool & The Gang
Sampled Artist
Melvin Bliss
Sampled Artist
Teena Marie
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Griffin
Songwriter
Teddy Riley
Songwriter
Timothy Gatling
Songwriter
Aaron Hall
Songwriter
Reggie Noble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Producer
Reggie Noble
Producer
Charlie Marotta
Engineer
Ivan 'Doc' Rodriguez
Mixing Engineer
Ken Wallace
Engineer
Rod Cee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yo, this is for motherfuckers
That talk that sellout shit
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, get on up
"Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus I get down
But for now I, "Get on up", rhythm and funk
Makes you hump like Technotronic, I'll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
"Du na da du duh", without eating my damn spinach
'Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start
To chill, round off backflip cartwheel
"Ahh, you guessed it", I know
When my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
On a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throw down and strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up"
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, get on up
Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad's the crew, I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
'Til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
'Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It's the huh, the funk, now I'm known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
With the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now
On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
With a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin'
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
Then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed
I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dum dum dollars and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up"
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up
I just want to jam 4 you
I just want to jam 4 you, get on up
Writer(s): Gene Griffin, Teddy Riley, Aaron Robin Iii Hall
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