can you feel it? that funky sensation
boomin' out your radio station
that's how it be when your style's mad free
and you're rolling with the i-n-c
somebody wants to know what's that playin'
brooklyn bass music that's all i'm sayin'
so you can keep your daisy dukes on
just dance slower as i rock your boat like noah
i'm mad terrible like ivan
my fanbase range from drug dealers with mobile phones who hustle
to serve more kids than slo bones
and i hit you with the drastic
for some that gun made of plastic
and if you wanna know if hip-hop's gonna make it
the music is the answer if the g's don't fake it
somebody said there's a party at the spot so i'm quitted
i'm rolling in the black coupe my man shy be pushin'
that we could find a parking spot quick
'cause the line at the door is kinda thick
i said 'i'm on the guest list'
this kid knew my cousin so we in
a lotta fly honeys showin' skin
amen! i don't know where i want to begin
and don't forget my straw
but then i sipped it and no joke
went straight to my chest
and fifteen seconds later i'm dizzy like gillespie
in the party mood but i'm not rowdy
my speech is getting slurry
my vision's getting cloudy
my mindstate is lovely and the music is the answer
that music gonna die if niggas don't represent
got the bass to get your eardrums ringing
i make fat jams but no i ain't singing
it ain't luther or freddie
i smoke mcs but pass on the herbal
so do it one time for the ms in the trunk