last time Let's funk 'em, let's funk 'em 'Til they smell it Let's funk 'em 'til they smell it Bitch, let's funk 'em 'til they smell it (Jump yo' ass
is show case, 5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on), Back then Shawty D was gone, Flat heat right here was on, They put me on the song back then we
-ch-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll Check it-check it out, check it-check it out Check it-check it-check it out-check it out Check it-check it
just wanna get fly up and down, jet lagged Now everybody step back I'm on the next thing, it's not a bless thing They're number 2, I'm on some next shit
comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy" Hook (Jungle Brothers): She always cry when I tell her that I'll be goin' back on
brush my teeth every night but still I wake up with a bad mouth and the background is my past and my presence will bring it back out deliver the raps
off that pot, hopped right back on that crapper and I Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat
Dennis the menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home, '
t plan on changing my pace Got one foot on the gas, it's never a need for brakes Smoke ez-rider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state Valet bringing
thing about it and that aint' gunna' change im sorry and bitches know the planes got it and you can't do a thing about it and bitches know the planes got it
an answer, like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers but don't got a mean bone in his body Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it
's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava We got the flava, the flava So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah
If you think it's like that, it's not so just stop All mankind time runnin down on one watch, just watch If, you, are, just, coming, in, I, will Say it
{"Frequency..."} [Royce Da 5'9"] Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back Fresh off the jet from
back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
wanna tell you again so just trust Who make the moves, makin' the bucks and bring the heat So bake that it's shakin' your truck? (Let it go) Back up in it
that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rappel on
Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental) I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the