[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