'm in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds No DL's and innocent amount of rounds Wit my mind on my mansion I'm smashin' up out the town You thought
' down in your town spittin' that funk all around stompin' on the ground Yeah we be up in the place People gather round, have a taste Melodies all up
's got a brand new bag Full of tricks, beat the kicks Rocking and shocking the hops the hips The funky chicks We change the riffs Fashion, passion, misfits Stand up
do your mics up in this rodeo My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings Funk
I infa beam y'all This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth
fresh I make hip-hop fans say "yes" "yes" Crazy's comin' thru you know we're gonna blow up Hold up wait i think i'm gonna throw up, na' false alarm I'
hit you with the nitty gritty We came to rhyme, we came to get down Yo when we rock the mike we bring the funk into your town So I drop a rhyme on the
da brother turned up da bass we were freaking down to da funky sound and everybody had food that day Let me see ya freak dat funk (4x) Yo ladies in
it up everybody Rip it up one time Let me bring your rigidy rugged flow for your mind Got what you need now Let me break it down Five on the low With the funk for your town
your mind Because the boys are back in town With a different kinda funk Who gots da funk We gots da funk, right? Everybody wanna boogie down tonight Now throw your hands up
Here comes the funk 5ive have got da flava so just give it up I can keep it coming If you got time I can keep it swinging but you've gotta make up your
This town's so hype it's got soul As a Philly cat I'm with the roll And the swing of my things How they work like clockwork Tick tock tick tock
I don't eat no manwich kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town but this town ain't shit but a ghost town
up. My g-g-generation, are you ready? Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk, take a look around. It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town
up with all the silly rumors dog Sayin' that we got dropped JCOR that never ever would Happen I mean what do they know? We kept our Head up now money
Six) Boogie Mane (Mane) Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz) You know.. (You know) Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas) Walk up in
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
changed Brand new funky President Stock market goin' up, jobs are goin' down And ain't no funking jobs to be found Taxes keep goin' up, I changed from