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This is Dr. Trevis With a phone call to y'all funky fuckers Y'all guess what the fuck is going on now Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global 'Cause time keeps on slippin' And I get the funk from the kitchen, then commits to ass whippin' There is no time for me to bust it So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die Or 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown Funkadelic is the one to bring your preacher out your teacher [Incomprehensible] When I freak 'em, ooh yes y'all, I got the mad method, can you catch it? And if your ear is not tuned in, then adjust it Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way, Dre gave me a ride So I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke up in my chest And if you understand me, then escape and kick it While the E-Double gets wicked with your brain twisted It's going down, it's going way down So get the 4 pound and [Incomprehensible] down town Boogie woogie to boogie to band, boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F if it is be on my ass cap 'Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bis quick If it's mixed with that same funky sticky stuff I roll splifs with I shot the sheriff on the terris And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris Just wrote these raps up in the studio Brothers can't tell and sisters couldn't hear me no, hear me hoe E got the funk, Red got the funk Red got the funk, E got the funk E got the funk, Red got the funk Red got the funk, E got the funk Someone's knockin' at my door Yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy 'cause I [Incomprehensible], remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson and don' be afraid to ask him Erick Sermon got mad tunes, no matter what they say I got more props than Richard Bay The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin' So what's up 'cause I don't give a fuck I'll make you sing with Tony Braxton I tear the shreds out of jams like stadiums when they's packed in Back up boy, you messin' with the rude boy, yes, I told ya I rock leather jacks with Tim's sweatpants, one leg rolled up Hold up! This is a stick up, I bust spark the ism [Incomprehensible] like a bizcut, 1 and 2 skirts get lift up E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the trunk I got blocks of funk to make the victims say, "That's the one!" Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people have their intercourse Basically, the funk stuck in your teeth so get your dental floss Freak out 20, I know, but let me knock your teeth out When I was young, I made my tree house into a weed house And I'm deeper than Nostradamus, when I'm in chronic And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch This is Dr. Trevis Comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more raw shit Def Squad representatives, Def Squad forever, signin' off