I'm full of funk I'm stayin crunk and Fly ain't barrin no tricks
I'm fillin sweets so full of skunk and then I take me a hit it's the lick
The ganja mane taking over a playa's brain
Cause fly on that funk punk that bud got me hearin thangs
Mane I'm feelin sane from this place in fly's memory
recalling back fly so high my visions are blurried G
Me myself and I little Fly gonna take a flight
Whenever it's chronic city, or funkytown late at night
Right, I hit the snow, slammin bones with Lil Braudo
Junkies just 'a comin and yo, I'm yellin dominoes
So, you know it's on, party on to the break of dawn
My body is kinda numb, sometimes I start to yawn
Sippin on the Busch and you suckaz can't hang with me
I blaze up that onion blunt, fly snizow that blizow G
Stretch across the bed, rest me head, then I'm snorin Jones
just awaken shakin once again, now you know it's on..
Chorus:
Just awaken shakin once again, so you know it's on
Just awaken shakin once again, ho you know it's on..
(Repeat 3x)
Verse 2:
Playas on the scene, I'm feelin mean, I'm on blow, so
I'm chillin with SPL, Fly down with South Park ho
Yo, that Mitchell hype, supatight, ready for a flight
For creepin you heavy hoes or breakin you late at night
Flight is how I lay when I'm blowin my bloody hay
Fuck what you gotta say, and that's the way Fly gone stay
Hey, my nigga Slick in the house for the nickel bitch
Lil Thai and Big Jugg in this click, gangstaz runnin shit
Trick, he'll let you know when he roasted that lemon mane
He got that boy hot as fuck and Fly never seen a mane
shakin like a duck, scared as fuck, that's the way he be
Tony, Bone, Larry ya
