So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So let's take a ride with the Brat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on that ass
Wella sistas and fellas, it's time to get your groove on
Open up, open up and let the funk flow in
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down, ain't no thing to me
Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent
(Why?)
Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left
So, so, so funkdafied
(Why?)
It's like that and as a matter of fact, when it comes to the Brat
And the way we comin' at ya, baby, we can't miss
Tearin' the roof off this motha like Parliament
Straight to the head like a chronic sack
'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied
I passed the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back
We make you move from side to side
And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me
Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama
Breakin' these fools off proper like
(Ranch, oh, the funk bandit and they can't handle it)
So, so, so funkdafied
It's that ghetto west bitch and I'm so, so Def
From this nigga named J and his new found friend
I provide the funkdafied sound to make you move on
And we kicks nothing but the fat shit
I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep
There's a new tag team in town, nigga, whoomp, there it is
I'm on a roll in control like Janet, damnit!
And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay
I got the shit that'll make your neck snap back
So, so, so funkdafied
Because we so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson
So, so, so funkdafied
So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'
For yo jeep it's the B R A T
It's S O S O D E F dynamite
Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic
Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby
Hummin-ah, hummin-ah, comin' up at ya like Ralph K
With the real shit, we got the shit you can't fuck wit
Nigga, that's my click, nigga, that's who I rolls with
I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar
Well, it's the G H the E T T O, nigga
