And you know me, I'm outta the ordinary;
I'm rather extraordinary; My diamonds is augumery
We gettin' money - genius. And I continue to get the paper.
So won't you mind your business. Don't be a f*****' hater.
"P Crakk. I need that." You got the remedy.
You look surprised, ma. I got to refreshen your memory.
Que tu quiere mujere? Tell me what you want.
But before I could blow a line, baby lit up the Brand New Funk.
(CHORUS)
Now, now, now, if you b**p me by accident, you know what's gonna happen
I'm a tell Charlie Mack and he gon' smack your *** halfway across
Broad and Allegheny. No Alize and Henney.
Just Don P. and strawberries for the hottest ladies.
You gotta a body baby. Yo Jazzy Jeff, how you ridin' baby?
Yo Jeff, you think she got it? "Yeah, she got it, Peedi."
Whoa, she make me wanna "get get down".
But before this party get started, let your boy hit the Brand New Funk.
P. Crakk, Philly, who wanna rumble wit' me?
But so what Young Buck ain't nothing to me
I got fullys, semi-auty's it's on homey
I brought armor for drama. You ain't got nothin' for me.
Go in my zone when I write, it's not surprising
You hear my flow and wanna b***. My only option's
To dust the dirt off my shoulders - it's Rocafella
I hope you know by now I ride with Hov. n***** is jealous
When they see me in a Bentley, Pirellis sittin in suspension
On 26's, *** blowing me kisses. My forces is crooked
The Cris is just as cold as my wristes.
Stockin' cork for the *** that continue to keep on sippin'.
It's the prince of the Roc. Jazzy Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the switch from Will Smith. I need not
To explain why I gotta front. It's not a game.
Grab a Philly Blunt and fill it up wit' the Brand New Funk.
(CHORUS and Jazzy Jeff doing the *** thang)
First the original, then here come some North Philly chemical
With Peedi the imperial prince through your stereo
Stupid. I get paid for conversation.
It's easy, but I see you're having complicatons.
Get it together. You ain't never gon' be better.
Got it sewn like a sweater, make you ruffle up your feathers.
Keep pulling a publicity stunt, I'm slap your *** silly
With that North Philly Brand New Funk.
I'm rather extraordinary; My diamonds is augumery
We gettin' money - genius. And I continue to get the paper.
So won't you mind your business. Don't be a f*****' hater.
"P Crakk. I need that." You got the remedy.
You look surprised, ma. I got to refreshen your memory.
Que tu quiere mujere? Tell me what you want.
But before I could blow a line, baby lit up the Brand New Funk.
(CHORUS)
Now, now, now, if you b**p me by accident, you know what's gonna happen
I'm a tell Charlie Mack and he gon' smack your *** halfway across
Broad and Allegheny. No Alize and Henney.
Just Don P. and strawberries for the hottest ladies.
You gotta a body baby. Yo Jazzy Jeff, how you ridin' baby?
Yo Jeff, you think she got it? "Yeah, she got it, Peedi."
Whoa, she make me wanna "get get down".
But before this party get started, let your boy hit the Brand New Funk.
P. Crakk, Philly, who wanna rumble wit' me?
But so what Young Buck ain't nothing to me
I got fullys, semi-auty's it's on homey
I brought armor for drama. You ain't got nothin' for me.
Go in my zone when I write, it's not surprising
You hear my flow and wanna b***. My only option's
To dust the dirt off my shoulders - it's Rocafella
I hope you know by now I ride with Hov. n***** is jealous
When they see me in a Bentley, Pirellis sittin in suspension
On 26's, *** blowing me kisses. My forces is crooked
The Cris is just as cold as my wristes.
Stockin' cork for the *** that continue to keep on sippin'.
It's the prince of the Roc. Jazzy Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the switch from Will Smith. I need not
To explain why I gotta front. It's not a game.
Grab a Philly Blunt and fill it up wit' the Brand New Funk.
(CHORUS and Jazzy Jeff doing the *** thang)
First the original, then here come some North Philly chemical
With Peedi the imperial prince through your stereo
Stupid. I get paid for conversation.
It's easy, but I see you're having complicatons.
Get it together. You ain't never gon' be better.
Got it sewn like a sweater, make you ruffle up your feathers.
Keep pulling a publicity stunt, I'm slap your *** silly
With that North Philly Brand New Funk.