Brand New Funk 2k7 - DJ Jazzy Jeff

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***in' 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

Now, now, now, if you bump 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 bite.

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****s 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