DJ Jazzy Jeff - Brand New Funk 2k7 feat. Peedi Crakk lyrics

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 (CHORUS) 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