This is a Misdemeanor exclusive   If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties   Turn the volume up   Yes, turn the volume up   Yes, turn the volume up   This is an exclusive   Turn the volume up      It's very necessary, on the contrary   No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?   But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury   My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy   I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby   My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me   And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri   And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry      The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry"   My flow is legendary and your style is temporary   Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary   The words that I spit don't fit in that category   Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry   Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry   And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry   'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried      Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money   You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me   Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy   Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy   Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey   This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy   It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'   Hiding from me, 'cuz you know you are weak      You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'   In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n   You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out bustin'   That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'      Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      C'mon, c'mon   C'mon, c'mon   C'mon, c'mon   Fickidy, uh, uh, uh   C'mon, c'mon   C'mon, c'mon      I had a little homie named Paul Revere   Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer   He used to swear up and down every first of the year   He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did   Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time   Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine   Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride   Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy      Me and Missy ballin' up the Avenue   Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes   Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools   You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules   Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'   Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n   I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all suck   Please do not try to fuck with this young duck   Please do not try to fuck with this young duck      Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party   Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress   Turn the volume up      Turn the volume up