Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
[Verse 1:]
Reload, cock back the hammer
Slam another dope funk tune from here to Alabama
With the funky guitar I light another cigar
And just like Aretha or maybe Darth Vader
I'll use the force source, here goes the toss
Ill 1-0-1, so make for no fun
Of the skill I'm a spill out my grill till I fill
The Funkdoobie will, competition's nil
So do the Chubby Checker, don't step into my sector
Protector, deflector, the Vocal Avenger
"Here I am to save the day"
Yo, it's the powerful like the Chicago Bulls
Giving you an hour full, the paragraph
Catapults something like this
In a bat cave, Son is like a fat wave
Wipin' out MCs, yo, who need to shave.
[Chorus:]
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah.
[Verse 2:]
I stroll when I roll like Nat King Cole
Whose got a whole lotta soul
The people I've stole, yo
I flow in a pattern all the way to Saturn
And like the Green Lantern or better yet Santa
I'm so gifted, but different deliverin'
All types of styles, son, I know you're ignorant
Let me shed bright light so check out the highlight
You best to swing bright, 'cause now you's in the Twilight
Zone make it known that I could take a stone
And crush it with my vocals that fly to Acapulco
Chill with the coconuts, Son is a loco-nut
Messin' with the girls with the big fat Dakota butts
Check out the single with the ill jingle
Go eat a Pringle, mingle, or play Bingo
'Cause I get funky on the drums like Ringo
Guess I'll be out like a bird or a single.
[Chorus:]
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
C'mon, y'all
C'mon, y'all
C'mon, c'mon y'all
C'mon, y'all.
[Verse 3:]
Ya know I'm a swing like B.B. King
A no type of flava while I eat my chicken wings
I plan, stand, I'm grand land
Another ill throat to the ear and
Heads explode, yo, off the funk mode
Ya best ta hit the road 'cause Son's got the fat load
I'm skinny like Gilligan, ya know that I'm a ill again
Didn't think I'd kill again, I'm out like a pelican
Never try to step up, always keep your rep up
In other words head up, 'cause I'll just get fed up
And knock your ass out just like a juggernaut
I hate poker, don't ya know Son can hold his spot
I'm not a wicked sorcerer, maybe an enforcer
Of music that ya know I'm writin' my brother
Hold a second, wait a second, end of record
It's about time that y'all just get buck naked.
[Chorus:]
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah
'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah.
[Biz Markie sample]
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on.
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