[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up Bag it up girl I like the way you
down for the count And the first nigga step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
we hit the spot Put my shit in park and got up under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3 Rapped us up a fattie and we started to
Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the funk lovers Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want
nigga up with a nickel-plated triple beam Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with Taught a nigga how to get to funk, when it jump If
m the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins So fuck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop, up in Bing-town snatchin
me the funk, I want the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just bring me the funk, bring
, say, what?s ha'nnin, mama? What's up, what?s happenin?? Girl, I got your ticket, let's do some travelin' We'll leave from the A town and when we touch
I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick City law, strip to your drawers Boy now I can pick up two pair from
so pay it now Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look
lye in a ditch Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit Me and Funk Doc get, toxid Up all the rightness I'm chopstick
your block Can't you smell it trick? Wanna copy-cat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats Got a little Redman in town Who
! Yessss Guess who's back when I bring funk like Zapp All aboard motherfuckers! While your brains get jacked I'm souped like two scoops of funk juice
Get out your car sucker This ain't yours Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls And brauds got the nerve to act funny You a champagne ho, with kool aide money Frown bitch, Doc up in that town
Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
the hair and drag her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his