(verse 1)

I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card
Hard late for the boulevard
Its da b to the r a t with the bump
Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front
Of your ride (ride) where I live thats what they like (like)
So thats what I give
Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep
And creep and crawl, its fa all yall
Well..........

(hook)
Whos that makin that funky noise?
Its da brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass
Fa all yall, fa all yall hey hey hey (you dont hear me, though)
Whos that makin that funky noise?
Its like that, its like that, its da brat
Fa all yall, fa all yall hey hey

(verse 2)
Now that da brats in the house yo the house is packed
Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back
As I sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood
All fa yall cause everything is good
Now..... lay back listen to the phattest
Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus
At a status you aint got to check
Cause yall knows that I definitely gets wrecked
So, uh

(hook)

(verse 3)
Gotta give thanks to the funk when its time to pray
With some fine ass dank now its time to play
That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be
B to the r a to the t
Just niggas and bitches on every side
Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied
And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem
Ill grant them if you can chant them
Like everybody else..

(hook)

I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk

I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk