[ verse 1 ]

Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up

Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk'

Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound

Never fake, i be real, so what you gonna do now?

Battle? i don't think so, look, i got your noose tugged

Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up

Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks

And niggas who stink

Then go hang out like a link

I'm the brink of the blow up

Sink and watch me go up

Another level, let the bass boom

As the treble tunes up

My too rough style

I'm too tough

I'm gifted, ovin the crowd

I make em get up, then i get down

It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid

I know shit stinks, so i don't mind if you loop it

Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy

It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)



[ chorus ]

So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)

Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)



[ verse 2 ]

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well

Got a leash and i go in and out of style like your bell-

Bottoms, say shit that's real like 'i'm nuts over midgets'

Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket

Not really into baseball, but i'm an all-american

Still act a fool

Breakin rappers like a rule

I'm cool, mostly peaceful

Kick it with my people

But if i go insane

You can jump and do the same

Thing, i gotta sing

La-la, if you got that swing

Follow me, get wreck

I make you bounce like a check

Mic-check, 1-2

Stand and watch me run through

A crew real easy, but that's only if i want to

Murder if i want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit

I'm like the mafia, i keep on makin hits

I know which way is up

And won't stop

Till i hit rock bottom

That's the truth

But for now smack the roof

Then groove to the

(bonafied funk for your fanny)



[ chorus ]



Break it down, y'all



[ verse 3 ]

Well, i'm not a baby, but i got another verse left to spit out

King of the hill, knock em down when they get up

Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm

Busy on the mic like this

So pump your fist

And never hit the ff button on my cassette

Just sit stunned

Dn't give me no props until i'm done

Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin

That you might be able to be label-

Mates with the great niggaroe

I'm just down with the king, and you're not it

Lookin for your gift, but i already shot it

I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's

Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses

So groove to the

(bonafied funk for your fanny)



[ chorus ]



Do the watussi to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)

Do the butt to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)

Do the jerk to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)

Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)

Groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

And if you got the feeling

(jump and touch the ceiling)



Do the freak to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)