Comin' Out The Cellar

Five Fingers Of Funk

One two let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar



(repeated endlessly)



So get me on the mic I'll be the ill funk fella



Here comes the fingers on the ill funk flow



Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows



I'm coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver



'Cause ain't nobody liver than the Mr. Mad Miser



With the Fingers I'll bring you something new to scoop up



From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up



Old funk grooves 'cause we'll move you with the live shit



So peace to the crew one two you don't quit



Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong



Rhymes dripping off the lip it's like I'm singing the lemon song



Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb



'Cause I'll be getting funky like your mom's under arms



Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac



Then repeat chorus again