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Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin'-two

Straight from Jersey, the Phillie blunt lives on

Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (come on)

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (yeah)

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just

Time, time for some, time for some action, just (lights, camera, action)

(Let's get ready to rumble)

In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher

P-Funkadelic and I gat ya

Hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks

Chew an avenue, chew an off street and off block

Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist

'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed

I crush the whole brain frame

'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk

That have your rap style for lunch, chump

'Cause '92, I take a whole crew

Give them a punch of the funk

Knock all of their gold tooth loose (pow)

To show you what type of stuff I'm on, you can't puff or sniff it

Because I was born with it

The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of ten

Then one, two, three, you're pinned

I get action, so everybody jump wit' your rump

If you like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk

And let loose with the juice when I do rock

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