Letras
Hey yo here comes the O
Droppin' funk in your trunk
Bumps in your humps
Leaving' shakes in them romps
Mad skills mad skills
I chills when I spill
Never do I show it
I collect them proper bills
But still, steadily dropping new jingles
This shit mangles as funk
Leaving your eardrums tangled
(So get down, get down)
To the sound of the brown
When we throw down
I flows down
But on another note
Up chunking them C's
With these quotes that I wrote
Stoke on the mix tips too on the move
I'm coming with that old school rap
That you're used to
To the hip, the hop, I drops, the flavor
The ill rap behavior that I gave ya
So you gotta make that move
If you really wanna groove
Said if you wanna groove to this
You gotta get your hands up in the air
And shake them baby
If you wanna groove to this
You gotta get up on the dance floor
(Yeeah, yeeah)
I comes in blasting, Crashing up on the scene
Everlasting, funk-a-fied, Splashes is my thing
Tongue flippa, Microphone ripper
Dropping the sounds with the brown little honey dipper
Give me the G -the R-the Double O-V-E
A little funk with spunk, No junk to bump
Leaving lumps on Chumps wearing pumps
Dissing Frumps, gets punked
So, get up on the floor
And let this song groove take control
The Novelist, dips into your soul black
You can groove with this
Or groove with the wack
Said if you wanna groove to this
You gotta get your hands up in the air
And shake them baby
If you wanna groove to this
You gotta get up on the dance floor
(Yeeah, yeeah)
I'm ready to rip scripts
And rip scripts
On niggas that wanna get with me