Let 'em know the funk bandit's back
With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat
The funk-keeper
Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak
Cause bleed smokin haloweed
Givin' You what 'cha need
Indeed I'm nice
Jewelery full of ice

The industry ain't been the same
since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted
Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around
in the west-side district
Get it twisted
If you wanna choose your destiny
Leave all that simple shit at home
And bring your fuckin' best to me
Cause right here playtime stops
Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops
See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge
And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far
Repitoire full of wicked shit
Lay back kick a shit
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit

If you let's nuthing hold you back
And your limit is the sky
Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound

Repeat 1x

KRAYZIE BONE:

Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together
Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke
Take it slow, We smoking junk
Cause you rolling wit moe
We having a celebration
We doing this all night if you wanna get away
You can play em other times
And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way
We have you thugging where the thug latel