about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that nigger though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone
studio, I'm in the trunk You got no choice, so don't flip that coin This ain't the military, so you punks can't join It ain't pop, it's called underground
like the Klu Klux Klan Motherfucker want to front on me? My posse got a real MC, Too $hort And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop Cause
on some three-piece AMG's Better find you a sample, you ain't playin these kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't
your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called The Dangerous
kick it!) Now it's the grand majestic so don't even test it (Finesse from the Bronx?) Yeah money you guessed it Keep it, don't try to run around and speak
put it down when I strut Don't give a fuck, cause you bitches'll get touched Now who is us, we S-L-A-B Ain't no fucking with we, in this dirty ass industry
make a dollar bet Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as I rock, you can't, this ain't your
you can't run from me The gun runner, funky drummer, number one stunner Breeze through in the hummer, crush a G.Q. cover It's prime-time, hit the mic like James Brown
the land of the lost and found Can't drown in sounds of the James Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown This is the mixture when you add hard texture Can't get
good foot On the good foot Ho, get on the good foot On the good foot Get it there, get it there Ho, now bass, play on it now Come on, get it, ah, get it
you copy cats out there Get offa my chip 'Cause I'm James Brown with the full, full force Ain't takin' no lib Hi, good God James Brown, James Brown
I can't stand it My style flow local like New Jersey transit And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it I'm from N to the E When I wave
some three-piece AMG's Better find you a sample, you ain't playin' these Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't
Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it 'cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called
, I'm in the trunk You got no choice, so don't flip that coin This ain't the military, so you punks can't join It ain't pop, it's called underground rap
Klu Klux Klan Mc's want to front on me? My posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short
the matter, don't you like me? Am I to old? Splash, oh shit, oh shit I can't stand it, I can't stand it Now when I look in the mirror And I see this