Verse One:
i'm like rowww rowww like i have cerebral palsy
my flows bes wet loke all you girls draws be
crack the dils spread the buddah in the hiddouse
roll it up and diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag
etcetera, i roll my blunts with two textures
pick up 50 bags and then i smoke all the extras
it's the truth, like funk 180 proof
don't drop your draws, i'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)
put your fingers up in the air if your high
i walk by, so f-in' dry
i swing up in it bout an average as half as
good as reggie jackson's that's why you talk backwards
and toch bills and bogard shit like humphrey
you couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 jumpstreet
or 90210 fuck it yo
in the movies i'm the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row
Chorus: Repeat 8X
i can't wait to get it on
Verse Two:
i'm just a smoky boy, i'm from the land of the lost
you can't see me like charlie angel's boss
i'm often coolin' round the bliddocks
i rock round the cliddocks
my gliddock cocked from here to 16 for liddocks
i tried to tomas if i'm gettin' scopic
i was built like two tits but now i'm butter like blue bonnet
now who got the funk, we got the funk
a yo i got the weed, we got the blunt
i never spliff, i used to puff buddahs in the jail
back in 88 when it was 20 cidic grand(rizzam)
you couldn't read me in braild, hell
i write my names on walls in smole spots when i'm buyin' l
the fly guy with force like luke sky
down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly
the funkadelic been rockin mics since the fourth grade
i terminate like X and i terminate like schwartzanage
dum-ti-dum rock like buju banton
soup like won ton, fuck by the ton, ja bumps
please, my whole crew's wakin g's
tonight's the night baby so suck up on these
and it's on
Verse Three:
i said i catch the a train to the luv, smoke the junk
i set shit off like bobofet.
big up to Yo it's a lot a tension on this dance floor right now
A lot a thugs
A lot a thugettes
A lot a sets
A lot a projects
A lot a hungry people
I can't take this pressure no more
I gotta scream for the people, man
Ay
Ay
Chorus
To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow
Ain't no need to shoot tonight
To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound
We gon get in crunk tonight
To my ballers and my ballettes that be comin to the party high style
Y'all better watch y'all jewels tonight
If you smoke like I smoke in your high life everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Yo you don't wanna beef cause if I pull artillery
You and your man'll be sorry
Cause I ain't come for war
I just came to dance
So grab a shorty
Let's party today
You and I know that you can't win
That's why you standin by the bouncer for protection
Clef ain't the one for the testin
You better off steppin before I clay your section
Anyway
Back to the girls that keep it movin
Teflon keep it groovin
We got you in the mood-n
After the club we can take a ride
I got this new G5 on dubs outside
Yo you can call your crew and I can call my crew and we could do this every weekend
Cause if you party like I party dem niggas call 911 everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Chorus
If you ain't from my hood you get robbed like every day
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Anyway
Now the night is through girl what you wanna do
Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly
You and I know that you want this
So tell your girls follow us in they Lexus
Back to the Delano, the W, the Sheraton, the Mondrian
It's the after party
If you drink like I drink then you drunk like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tues