[Intro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes]
F: You know what it is, you see me! Funk Flex, you see what– we make it happen! Download that DJ Funk Flex app right now! You see me with the a.k.a Young Chocolate, ladies, you see me! My ma– my man Action Bronson is here, baby!
A: Uh! Young renegade, yo, Body, what up, Body?
B: I'm out here, man, take 'em back! '99, I got it shakin' in front of Skate Key, you wasn't wit' me!
A: Uh! You know what I'm sayin'?
B: [?], man. We out here, shout-outs to [?], Fordham Road, we out here wildin'!
A: Yo, yo, I got this, baby. I got this
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, spent your advance on one trip to Six Flags
With a handicapped class with your candy rap ass
Bitch, you singin' like Frankie Lymon
Fuck around, you might break your hymen
Then somebody's gonna have to clean the mess up
Like you fuckin' spilled ketchup
Fuckin' flawless from the neck up
If you want it, better step up
You don't wanna feel that brat-tat-tat-tat
Come through the fuckin' ball court with Salt-N-Pepa
Hold on, hold the fuck on, yo
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo, yo, listen, yo, yo
If I die, change my suit four times at the wake
Make sure I get my dick sucked also
Uh, everybody wearin' white clothes
Crush cocaine, put it up your right nose
You might see me lookin' homeless
Hoppin' out the rover, parrot on my shoulder
Just say, "What up," I might acknowledge you
My shit is crazy, though appear to be a common dude
I only deal with people that invent shit
'Cause after rap there ain't no pension
And I'm just tryin' to be the next George Foreman
Inventin' new grills so Jadakiss could cook the base on it
I might take a shit in some expensive jeans
I got expensive habits
My kids are mixed like Lenny Kravitz
It's not me rappin', it's the parrot
And if I punch you in the face
You'll never eat a motherfuckin' sandwich!
Body!
F: You know what it is, you see me! Funk Flex, you see what– we make it happen! Download that DJ Funk Flex app right now! You see me with the a.k.a Young Chocolate, ladies, you see me! My ma– my man Action Bronson is here, baby!
A: Uh! Young renegade, yo, Body, what up, Body?
B: I'm out here, man, take 'em back! '99, I got it shakin' in front of Skate Key, you wasn't wit' me!
A: Uh! You know what I'm sayin'?
B: [?], man. We out here, shout-outs to [?], Fordham Road, we out here wildin'!
A: Yo, yo, I got this, baby. I got this
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, spent your advance on one trip to Six Flags
With a handicapped class with your candy rap ass
Bitch, you singin' like Frankie Lymon
Fuck around, you might break your hymen
Then somebody's gonna have to clean the mess up
Like you fuckin' spilled ketchup
Fuckin' flawless from the neck up
If you want it, better step up
You don't wanna feel that brat-tat-tat-tat
Come through the fuckin' ball court with Salt-N-Pepa
Hold on, hold the fuck on, yo
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo, yo, listen, yo, yo
If I die, change my suit four times at the wake
Make sure I get my dick sucked also
Uh, everybody wearin' white clothes
Crush cocaine, put it up your right nose
You might see me lookin' homeless
Hoppin' out the rover, parrot on my shoulder
Just say, "What up," I might acknowledge you
My shit is crazy, though appear to be a common dude
I only deal with people that invent shit
'Cause after rap there ain't no pension
And I'm just tryin' to be the next George Foreman
Inventin' new grills so Jadakiss could cook the base on it
I might take a shit in some expensive jeans
I got expensive habits
My kids are mixed like Lenny Kravitz
It's not me rappin', it's the parrot
And if I punch you in the face
You'll never eat a motherfuckin' sandwich!
Body!
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