[Featuring Krayzie Bone]   Somebody call the cops.   Let 'em know the funk bandit's back   With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat   The funk-keeper   Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak   Cause bleed smokin haloweed   Givin' You what 'cha need   Indeed I'm nice   Jewelery full of ice   The industry ain't been the same   since I came to sprinkle my spice   Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted   Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around   in the west-side district   Get it twisted   If you wanna choose your destiny   Leave all that simple shit at home   And bring your fuckin' best to me   Cause right here playtime stops   Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops   See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge   And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far   Repitoire full of wicked shit   Lay back kick a shit   All the right shit to give a nigga a hit   If you let's nuthing hold you back   And your limit is the sky   Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high   Roll up a fat one and pass it around   Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound   Repeat 1x   KRAYZIE BONE:   Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together   Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke   Take it slow, We smoking junk   Cause you rolling wit moe   We having a celebration   We doing this all night if you wanna get away   You can play em other times   And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way   We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie   But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay   So if you get out. Better get with this crowd   I bet you wanna get weeded   Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland   Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending   Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs   My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright   So come around everybody party down get down   And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that   hydro   My nigga thugsta come and give me some love   Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the cut   You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly   We could all get high, get high   The shit we keep we got you hypnotized   Ain't nobody dealin' with me   My nigga J can get his smoke on man   Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad   DA BRAT:   Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action   Certified platinum slashin' bastards   Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me   I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see   These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps   Get deeper than any bitch   Watch me and yo' nigga creep   Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro   Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow   We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with   Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend   You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business   Or get that ass put in the witness protection program   Till I'm finished, diminished   Your entourage is my level   Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil   Pushin' custom drop-tops   Keep Segante' in the glove box   Puffin' with crooked cops   And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop   KRAYZIE BONE:   You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly   We could all get high, get high   The shit we keep we got you hypnotized   Ain't nobody dealin' with me   My nigga J can get his smoke on man   Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad   Repeat 3x