[Verse One] [Stenge]

Well like the new school schooler there

Sorta kinda new to this

Got mad flow with a G-Funk twist

A flavor

That separates us from the rest

You know five kids from thaaaaa...

Before I freak the funk, it seems like I bothered ya

And now all your honey dips are pullin' on my Nautica

On your hands and knees bowin' down like a Buddhist

Okay, well maybe baby we can do this

Now or later

Hit me on my pager

You know there is a sky so why ask why?

I'm the short 5'6" but a giant in the mix

Call up my homie Ced Twice and my nigga Stix

So we can roll out

Sold out

Never

Ever

Holdin' out on ends is not a clever endeavor

That's on the level, have you Running like a Rebel

From Vegas

So take this, job and shove it

Better get the tape so you can bump it in your club annnnd

Cause I'm the man that's solid as a rock

Cause I'm poppin'

Like a Glock

Through

The hands of time

Time that I take while I'm bustin' my rhyme

But I gotta stop

(Why?)

Cause somebody dropped the dime

[Verse Two] [Ced Twice]

Our styles the phattest

Call me the baddest

Even white boys say, "Hey dude, you're the raddest."

Can you feel the funk, hidden in the mix?

(Ooooh)

Yeah, that's it

(How ya comin'?)

Well

I'm comin' like this and

I guess you can call it, my rapper's intuition

Since the track is phat

I float right to it

Loose like liquid

Yes, I gets fluid

Range like a Ranger

Rove like a Rover

Yeah, the mellow smooth, yellow Casanova

I keep goin' on but with no commas

The House got more beats than Penny's momma

On Good Times, I flow smooth lines

Durin' High Times

[Bambino]

I'm peelin' the blunt

So we can really feel the funk

Cause the more that it humps

The more our pockets lump

Sums of money

Always bring honeys

But we're called Anotha Level

Not called Anotha Dummy

This style is far from free

And Bam freaks the beat

So you can flow to this, even in between the sheets

I use my Peter more than Piper

I got the crowd hyper

And all my loyal swingers admire my attire

With my mad ass flows

Anything goes

And I'm knockin' out the foes the crushed their Tims on my toes

I release the funk like a terrified skunk

And it humps

Out your false gate ?

I got a hunch

That this is big

You got some punch?

So I can swig

I brother an oldie

But a goody I prefer

Not to say sip the proof is in the puddy

So finish feelin' fun so I can finish feelin' filly

Damn that shit is funkin'

And that's on the rilly