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Rating: Every now and then someone raps in a pop, R&B, or even rock/metal track. This latter trend was anticipated by two crazies from Los Angeles, Anthony Kiedis and Flea, back in 1984.
At that time, they had formed a still inconsistent band, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and had only one album to their credit. This record could be considered historic if it had pushed a bit further into hybridizing rock and roll, old school hip hop (à la Grandmaster Flash/Kurtis Blow, the main inspirations for Anthony Kiedis, ipse dixit), pop, punk, and their proverbial porno-toxic-funky that would better characterize them in the years to come.
It starts with the zany "True Men Don’t Kill Coyotes" (the first video from the chilies, or actually their birth from the Hollywood Hills) and continues with the rap-like "Baby Appeal" and the bouncing "Buckle Down" and "Get Up And Jump", which wouldn’t have disturbed a Super Mario video game. Then comes a bizarre version of "Why Don’t You Love Me (Like You Used to Do)", by the historic country/honky-tonk singer Hank Williams, followed by the classic rap of "Green Heaven" and the curious "Mommy Where's Daddy". Next is the very first Red Hot song ever, "Out in L.A.", which begins as a dance break and talks about bustling Los Angeles. Only the final tracks are almost yawn-worthy: "Police Helicopter", the interlude sung only by Anthony "You Always Sing the Same" (about twenty seconds), and the instrumental "Grand Pappy Du Plenty".
One has to wait for George Clinton for the chilies, over time, to turn from rotten green to blazing red. After 1995, better to forget it.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Get Up and Jump (02:51)
Get up and jump, get up and jump, get up, get up, get up and jump
Jump on up
Jump on down
Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around
Jump the day away
Jump all over town
'Cause jumpin' is okay in a jumpin' kinda way, ghey ghey!
Jump a boy
Jump a girl
Jump a rope
Jump for joy
Just don't stop jumpin'
Keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
When you're just standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs gettin' a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Don't you know they're jumpin' foos, jump you!
Jump a nun
Jump a Jack
Jump for fun
Jump back
How's about us jumpin' in the sack?
And now, it's time for a jump attack
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin' like you're mighty silly
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Mister Mexican jumpin' bean knows
His fun is skeaky clean
Christ, how'd ya think that he got so clean?
Not from sittin' on his goddamn spleen. Get up!
Oh, I be jumpin' I be jumpin' I be jumpin' alone
I be jumpin' for the phone
I be jumpin' Misses Jones
I really wanna jump on Kinski's bones
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and hump
Get up and hump
Get up and hump
Get up and bump
Get up and bump
Get up and bump
Get up and stump
Get up and plump
Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogiewoogie
To the tune of slam my Willy
Lookin' like you're mighty killy
Gay what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Gay what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
08 Out in L.A. (02:00)
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton pickin' maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
'Cos I'm shooting for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweat young lass
He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone
Last night and the night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Freak out!
Now that I told you a little something about the Flea
A little something about the Tree, a little something about me
I can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the
yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', you better be burning Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
Step out!
09 Police Helicopter (01:16)
Aw!
Police helicopter shot the sky
Police helicopter landin' on my eye
Yeah!
Police helicopter takes a nose-dive
Police helicopter, he ain't shy
Yeah!
Aw!
Police helicopter shot the sky
Police helicopter landin' on my eye
Yeah!
Police helicopter takes a nose-dive
Police helicopter, he ain't shy
Yeah!
Aww!
10 You Always Sing the Same (00:15)
You always sing
You always sing the
You always sing the same
Repeat 6 Times
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