[Verse 1: Del]
Funk Pimpin', that's my name
And more Funk Pimpin', whatever I say goes
They know — if not, they gon' find out
Pipe down, on my treat, they get the buyout
It's my house, it ain't built with sticks and rocks
The big bad wolf tickets won't blow the bricks apart
Interception, I'm gone, 'bout 50 yards
No field goal, go home and kick some rocks
They get distraught trying to switch the mark
I know where I put the shit down, my shit's the bomb
Let's go, death hole, stretch your, limbs out
Like Plastic Man, and launch they ass like elastic bands
That's a slingshot; everything I bring hot
One touch will melt they ass just like a Ring Pop
Only the chosen few get into the mode I use
They be overused, therefore, they're just disposable
Ice cup with the roof on top of your house
That's a trash can, last stand, they not coming out
Surrogate parent, it's apparent I'm sonnin' 'em now
Check the calendar, Father's Day, you honor me now
[Chorus: Del]
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
You just work here, you don't know who the manager is
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
Better steer clear, all you gon' do is crash in the whip
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
You'll get nowhere if you don't quit that crap that you kick
If God appear and bestow some miraculous twist
Then you could cheer and you hold up your rappin' to this
Funk Pimpin', that's my name
And more Funk Pimpin', whatever I say goes
They know — if not, they gon' find out
Pipe down, on my treat, they get the buyout
It's my house, it ain't built with sticks and rocks
The big bad wolf tickets won't blow the bricks apart
Interception, I'm gone, 'bout 50 yards
No field goal, go home and kick some rocks
They get distraught trying to switch the mark
I know where I put the shit down, my shit's the bomb
Let's go, death hole, stretch your, limbs out
Like Plastic Man, and launch they ass like elastic bands
That's a slingshot; everything I bring hot
One touch will melt they ass just like a Ring Pop
Only the chosen few get into the mode I use
They be overused, therefore, they're just disposable
Ice cup with the roof on top of your house
That's a trash can, last stand, they not coming out
Surrogate parent, it's apparent I'm sonnin' 'em now
Check the calendar, Father's Day, you honor me now
[Chorus: Del]
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
You just work here, you don't know who the manager is
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
Better steer clear, all you gon' do is crash in the whip
Don't get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz
You'll get nowhere if you don't quit that crap that you kick
If God appear and bestow some miraculous twist
Then you could cheer and you hold up your rappin' to this
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