( VERSE 1 ) Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'Heavy' like that 'Blue Funk' Niggaroe, Westcoast kid, with the new sound Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now? Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks And niggas who stink Then go hang out like a link I'm the brink of the blow up Sink and watch me go up Another level, let the bass boom As the treble tunes up My too rough style I'm too tough I'm gifted, ovin the crowd I make em get up, then I get down It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a Grammy It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny) ( CHORUS )