J.U.M.P. - Redman, George Clinton

This is the story.

of pro-zen-xanthrapus

Pro-zen-ganthrapus.

Funky monkey.

nasty monkey.

gangster monkey.

Yo yo, yo, yo.

watch out!

I run New Jerz

Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look)

Hand to hand you bout half a gram

I’m a truckload, backin in, under dirt!

Lock on target, your wallet

Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints

Sharp in garments, run out yo’apartment

Vampire, wear yo’garlic

I beef on the streets (gun jammin)

Y’all beef let’s meat/meet like Subway sandwiches

You have no idea

Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here

Bricks, B-R, I, C-K

Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK’s

Who’s the one?

D-O-C

Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+

At the Mobil Awards on the podium

Cause in high school I hung with custodians

Batter-ram your door in Fuck hot, I’m warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman

Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in

the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up Yo.

I put a dollar in my zipper

It’s pulled out from a mouth of a stripper

Back that thang up, same slut

Used to hang up, now she brain up

I’m like yo (yo) swallow it!

Dick new shit spit throat lozenges

When I’m off the hit

Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it!

Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your bitch pump it

I’m your next door tenant, that’ll strip you down

'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett

Half my brain is still experimentin

Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money

Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money

Now how many muh’fuckers out there

is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!)

I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches

Me last night, so I told them to.

Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in

the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All

my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump,

get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix

They call him Lethal Lip

The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic

Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister

He got hairs on his funk and didn’t flunk diaper rash

Gorilla goin postal.

verbally toxic

Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue

Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums

Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary

Malicious with malice and mayhem

Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo!

Sup Brick City?

T.C., what it be like?

Yeahhh motherfucker!

You got thirty-five seconds to get yo’ass to the flo'