[Hook: R0th] To the eastside westside hear some funk To the highlife lowlife hear some funk If you're staying on your grind put your hands up Put your hands up, put your hands up And if you're ever feeling like you need to fill your cup Fill your cup fill your cup Just turn up in here and hear ya some funk Girl come up in here and hear ya some funk some funk [Verse 1: Madjik Beats] All dressed up and I'm ready to go Bumping my music while I'm sipping a 4-0 OE know me too well Keep my spirits up when I'm going through hell Got that lime light on me, gotta wear shades Second year swagger, Willie Mays Hayes Leave them all amazed, staring in a daze Hope this rap sh**s real, I'm loving the praise In the booth kicking funky sit, borderline country sh** Now take it to the bank, and exchange for some money sh** Never ever pay for it, fourth quarter never quit Rapping with my team yeah we on that next level sh** Pockets so big like I'm riding with a model chick Lube it up stretch fit, rap game sell a bit Say she wanna f** so I give her that magic (Madjik) stick Uh, I said I give her that magic (Madjik) stick [Hook: R0th] [Verse 2: R0th] Dressed to impress as I walk in the door Swag on tilt while I'm attracting your ho, oh Oh please stop trying to fit in Just be yourself and stop trying to be him Born in 93' I was a nineties baby Now I'm nineteen why don't you try and persuade me There is no way you be taking my lady And another thing, your sh** doesn't phase me B-O-X Gang is the name Filled my tank and copped a game Put my ride on cruise control And kept my eyes on state patrol Turnt up the jam, it was some funk Threw up the alley, and there was the dunk Reminds me of the time, it was 1999 VC from Toronto, damn his dunks were fine [Hook: R0th] x2