busy one time This is to show all y'all out there how we livin' boy We livin' large! Aww yeah! To my crew in front of Big Lou's, y'all chill! We got
Yes, yes, y'all, ooh funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh, in come funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the
time orgy, the more the rhyme'll be off the hook you shook tours and shows to book We gettin live tonight, shut down Jive tonight Move like planes in
your crime, we ready to spray somethin Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the
'Fa sheezy' Told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy We can shoot it out, or we can fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk
the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?), Hilltop hoods all up in this bitch. And we the funk [leaders], punks you can't [beat us], We bump and pump [meters], we
), Suffa to pitch,(what) Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch, And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us, We bump and pump meters, we drunk you
they hats back for deal slow And we'll catch clown, with they pants down real low The screwball better work a rupaul and switch fast Or we'll be in the
brand new funk Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah Internationally known on the microphone Makin' sure the brothers will never leave you alone To my sisters, sisters, yes we
They're jinglin', baby Go 'head, baby They're jinglin', baby Go 'head, baby They're jinglin', baby Go 'head, baby Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records
foot on God soil Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled And heavy handed, the aliens we just landed and you in the way Overthrow these niggas, planet
that said we couldn't do it This for my country thug street yeagas You know we gon' Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll
like we walk like we on high rise At least in the minds, so we walk as such, yeah [Chorus] [Choclair] Funk you up, we get down You funking with the
the real cream, nigga Radical man Who got the plan, who got the plan? Radical man Who got the plan, who got the plan? This is the funk the industry
All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this, For the trues Jah skills- Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams Now we rockin mics, gettin
, two woofers in my trunk Sound like gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga ga ga gonk I drink that Dom Perignon I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on I