Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
 To the niggas in the back clap your hands
 And to the [bad word] in the front with the blunts its time to dance
 So get your [bad word] up out your seats
 And get down to the sounds of the R T
 Now me I be she with the funk
 Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the [bad word] in your [bad word]  Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect
 Its like asthma [bad word] gasping for breath
 Cuz I'm def so so very its scary
 Never teary and what I kick is necessary
 Cuz [bad word] irritates the ear
 That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear
 Don't worry cuz everything is fine
 Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind

 [bad word] 
 Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
 On and on til the break of dawn 
 See the beats don't stop til the early morn
 Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
 Its like that and as a matter of fact
 When [bad word] to the brat tat tat tat
 I'll make you neck snap back

 My [bad word] is what the niggas like
 Gangsta as funk is all we write
 Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk
 And you [bad word] ain't [bad word] if your [bad word] don't bump
 Did it bump [bad word] you know what you bound to get
 When you [bad word]  with dat [bad word] from a so def [bad word]  I kick [bad word] in a pitch only cheese can see
 Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy
 Its me that Brat so ease on back
 And let me slide on up to the top of the stack
 Fron the westside def side is my crew
 Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo
 My [bad word] fly [bad word] why should I get 
 Mixed in a shovel with these other [bad word]  Its just me myself my blunts and my click
 Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta [bad word] ..oh yeah

 [bad word] 
 Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
 On and on til the break of dawn 
 See the beats don't stop til the early morn'
 Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
 Its like that and as a matter of fact
 When [bad word] to the brat tat tat tat
 I'll make you neck snap back
 [bad word] on come all to this funkdafied gathering
 To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been
 Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics
 Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics
 I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days
 [bad word] up by the ways
 I play [bad [bad word] but basic
 I ain't nothing to [bad word] with and you gotsta face it
 You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme
 You can't route yours like I route mine
 Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
 Cuz stereo where ever I let it though its on on
 To the break of dawn non stop [bad word] though its straight to your dome
 Don't worry cuz everything is fine
 I'm fired up and you done lost your mind

 [bad word]