One two let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar    (repeated endlessly)    So get me on the mic I'll be the I'll funk fella    Here comes the fingers on the I'll funk flow    Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows    I'm coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver    'Cause ain't nobody liver than the Mr. Mad Miser    With the Fingers I'll bring you something new to scoop up    From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up    Old funk grooves 'cause we'll move you with the live shit    So peace to the crew one two you don't quit    Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong    Rhymes dripping off the lip it's like I'm singing the lemon song    Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb    'Cause I'll be getting funky like your mom's under arms    Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac    Then repeat chorus again