the business, nigga! Gilla House, nigga! [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I? I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
you down with the pound] You got a lot of buiscits [Ayo but where they at now?] Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens
driver roll up the fuckin' partition Who them niggaz that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite? Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) Yeah yeah Well who
ti cal man and funk docta You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Bomb droppa throw you out ya mind who shot ya You don't got no wins in Mi Casa Hit it hip
block, two O's the number Who can get swift with the microphone mist Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D My funk respect it, cosmic injected That
brains, the funk Doctor Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY Who is that nigga
I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett Now who got da funk? (We got the funk) A yo well I got da rah we got the ahh I never sniff I'm just
gettin' scopic I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like blue bonnet Now, who got the funk, we got the funk Ayo, I got the weed, we got the blunt
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps So color me bad, plus color me black For the funk
, yo, I hold you down with the pound You got a lot of biscuits, ayo but where they at now? Diggy down yo we reservoir dogs, you puppy chow chow Got my
ashtray, who got a match? [Chorus] [Young Zee] Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick [Redman] Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got
We keep it critical If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out Doc who be arousin' police My underground funk be plowin' the streets So if you claimin
, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin
that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on helmets, I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax, Funk
ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright then Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' Street life
women Down with the P Funk, F U N Kaich Down with the P Funk, P U Down with the P Funk, F U N K Why not? Let's funk until they smell it (Jump yo' ass