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Woo (ahh, ahh) Yo, Yo, Yo. This goes out to all my peoples
Down in the Weekway section and all my peoples in the
Hootieville Section. Word is bond. Jamaica Queens in the hiddouse. Word is bond as we set it off like thiddis
I’m like rah rah, like I had cerebral palsy
My flows be’s wet like all you girls’ drawers be
Crack the Phills, spread the reals then the hiddash
Roll it up, then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?
Et cetera, funk extraterrestrial
Sniping 57 passengers like Wesley do
It’s the truth, like vodk’ one-eighty proof
Don’t drop your drawers, I’ll hump through your daisy dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if you’re high (high)
I walk by (by) so F a drive (by)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson’s that’s why you talk backwards
Enough, chumps be on some Bogart stuff like Humphrey
You couldn’t beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street
Or 90210, F it yo
In the movies I’m the brother puffing lye in the back row
Chorus
I can’t wait to get it on (8 times)
I’m just a smoky boy, from the Land of the Lost
You can’t see me, like Charlie Angels’ boss, I’m often
Coolin ’round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock
My 'gun cocking’ cocked, from here to 16th and Lennox
Ask Roger Thomas if I’m gettin scopic
I was milked last year, now I’m butter like Blue Bonnet
Now who got the funk? (We got the funk!)
Ay ay ayo well I got the rah! (We got the hah!)
I never sniffed, I’m just swift with the gift
Wicked, I’m equipped to disappear in the mist
Rizzeal, you couldn’t feel me in Braille, hell
I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I buy an L
The fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky’
Down for a menaze a trois hon’ if you’re fly
The Funkadelic, been rocking mics since the fourth grade
I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzeneg’
Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, funk by the tons, „D-Rums Please!”
My whole crew’s making cheese
Tonight’s the night baby, so blow up off these, and it’s on
Chorus
I said I, catch the A-train, to the left
Smoke the choc’, I set it off like Boba Fett
Big up to all my brothers in the housing projects
I’m runnin up in your contingents to split your guts
Grab the rail, you need to hold on when I rock well
Got Whit’s like Pernell, it’s „Da Bomb” like Akinyele
Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
Waste brothers like toxic, wet like galoshes
Can I handle my biz? (Yes you can!)
I cause chaos, and bring a lot of Def to Jams
Yes I can, now act stupid I’ll pop the trunk
Cla-clunk, now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump
Oh cool, smooth like two „Blue Suede Shoes”
Y’all people slept on my Huffman and Koos
Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow and Cool B
Switching speeds like Bruce Lee riding a Fuji in a movie
I drop it on the one, F the two-three
Funky like a box of 'ah’ on loose leaf
Yo I said ah, switching up speeds like Bruce Lee Riding a Fuji in the movie
(ha, ha)
I be saying some real, word up
If you ain’t get it laugh now (he, he)
And then figure it out when you get home
Word up, aight
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