Drop it now    Gonna stop it now    Gonna git it now       Here he comes again    He’s gonna try to ruin my day    Never had a reason to dog me out    Di’n’t never make ‘em do what they say       Nine times outta ten    Ask ‘im if he did he say no    I’ll never be a turncoat    Never be the one    To sell your name at the grocery store       You come around    Funny stuff be goin’ down    Ask him how it happened    Yo he don’t know       But I don’t care what people may say    I ain’t gon’ let it ruin my day    The best remedie for a basket full of lies    Is funk       Ain’t nothin’ like funky music    ...    Got to gimme some of that music       Here she comes again    She got to tell the story her way    Once she’s caught a guy    That's doin’ somethin’ she don’t wanna    Takin’ money when the crime don’t pay       Every now and then    You’ll do somethin’ ... they said    One man’s justice is another man’s fear    Don’t you wish that you could sleep in my bed?       The only reason to say my name is to get your 15 secs of fame    Nobody’s even sure what you do       But I don’t care what people may say    I ain’t gon’ let it ruin my day    The best remedie for a basket full of lies is funk       There’s nothin’ like funky music    Let the music play    I’m crazy 4 Cocoa Rock      Uh      Well, it might not be The Grand Progression    But it sure is funky    Right on    Funky music (Ha ha)   Funky music   Funky music    like dat keyboard, easy on the keys and easy on the beat)   Right On   Guitar man (Ain’t nothing like funky music)   U can do more than that c’mon c’mon (wanna give U some of this music)   Mouth guitar, Mouth guitar      How you gonna cap and be gone?    I hate to let you know but it's on    You might not like the taste    But I’m still gon’ stick your face in this funk (stick yo face in it)      Gossip again?    Ho. Hum.    Listen to my drum       Digital music disappears in the daytime       When I 1st heard    yo face    Listen to my bass       Time will tell    We are    Listen to my guitar       (Chorus)We don’t care what people may say    We ain’t gon’ let it ruin our day    The best remedy for a big, fat punk is funk       Ain’t nothin’ like funky music    Turn the music up       Are you talkin’ to me?    All right    Somebody call 9-1-1    Y’all trippin’       Look here, Weavalicious    C’mere…let me talk to you    You and your boyfriend    Lemme tell you somethin’ right now    You run up on me again    With words or otherwise    And I’mma knock both you punks out       Okay takeoff   Where da ambulance?      There you have it, world    That is passing away    We don’t care where you go    But you gotta get out o’ here    Okay?       Cancer, chronic fatigue, ugly or just plain po’    I love all y’all    Don’t you ever mess with me no mo’    Ho What time is it?    All right then    That’s it, y’all    I’m out like the Wolves in the first    But we gonna get it together though    Pookie! The limo warm?    A’ight, Cool    Peace y’all    Stay funky