yo (I know you can funk these words to the letter Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo) [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe
Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before Diddy
gonk (c'mon) I drink that Dom Perignon (oh) I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh) I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah) I got them gunshots
is on your ears Right now we gettin ready to get busy on W-K-R-Funk Radio live! (We'll burn ya!) with TR Love (and Moe Love on the set) And we talkin
I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl I got dressed wit the speed
opera It only takes one punch to drop ya And then the I.B.W.C. will come mob ya But no, I'm not livin like that first Although I pack, a real small gat
!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent M.C
Uh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (
the medics You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya Strong as ammonia, smell it from
, c'mon, ba-bump Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk Nigga who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days Once again up
, you want more? Oh, shit! I got you knockin' on my door Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up, scottie Or I might get naughty and funk that body Ah! ah
on! (Where's the party at?) Ah! Ah! What? Ah! Ah! Ah! Come on! Pump it up! Pump it up! Like that y'all! Like that y'all! C'mon! C'mon! Bomfunk MCs Bringin
what with my crew what? because a chi brother know That a plugged on the same dove Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top And I drop
corna on the ? ? ? block I bring the funk Like that gap band I hit em up Mashin an blastin shotguns with the fat man Load the tech up Strap ya best up
And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl I got dressed wit the
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 got that red eye bomb, get you stoned I got
