作词 : Gatling, Griffin, Hall, Redman ...
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 PumpStrong 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 knowWhen 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 KongDrop 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 
SecretMe 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-inThe 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