feat. 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