Yo yo yo check this out
Yo yo we gon go back to
The old school right now
Yo yo Red
Yo what's up G
Yo yo yo check this out
I believe there's no n***a
Out there as funky as you
True
So what we're gonna do
Is we're gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the f**k outta here word
Remember that old cut you did
Yeah yeah
That ol' P funk cut
Yeah make my funk the P funk
Yeah yeah that's it
Well what we gonna do is we
Gonna reminisce on that ol' shit
Word
We gon go right back to the old school
But before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house
Hell yeah
I said is my motherf**kin niggaz in the house
Hell yeah
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs
Of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown's socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo Redman drop it
Make my funk the P funk
I wants to get funked up
Make my funk the P funk we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain
Make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged
And brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven but mac ten
A mac twenty maybe if I didn't subtract ten
My background straight
From a black mans culture
Want more buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle damn you
Too hard to handle
E Double slam once and Redman slam two
Break hooks earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk
Make my funk the P funk
I wants to get funked up
Make my funk the P funk
I wants to get funked up
I'm back with the funk chump
You want funk how many lumps
I got spunk
I'm well known like Donald Trump
