Lyrics Brand New Funk 2k7 - DJ Jazzy Jeff

Brand New Funk 2k7

And you know me, I’m outta the ordinary;
I’m rather extraordinary;
My diamonds is augumery
We gettin' money — genius.
And I continue to get the paper
So won’t you mind your business.
Don’t be a f***in' hater
«P Crakk.
I need that.»
You got the remedy
You look surprised, ma.
I got to refreshen your memory
Que tu quiere mujere?
Tell me what you want
But before I could blow a line, baby lit up the Brand New Funk
Now, now, now, if you bump me by accident, you know what’s gonna happen
I’m a tell Charlie Mack and he gon' smack your *** halfway across
Broad and Allegheny.
No Alize and Henney
Just Don P. and strawberries for the hottest ladies
You gotta a body baby.
Yo Jazzy Jeff, how you ridin' baby?
Yo Jeff, you think she got it?
«Yeah, she got it, Peedi.»
Whoa, she make me wanna «get get down»
But before this party get started, let your boy hit the Brand New Funk
P. Crakk, Philly, who wanna rumble wit' me?
But so what Young Buck ain’t nothing to me
I got fullys, semi-auty's it’s on homey
I brought armor for drama.
You ain’t got nothin' for me
Go in my zone when I write, it’s not surprising
You hear my flow and wanna bite.
My only option’s
To dust the dirt off my shoulders — it’s Rocafella
I hope you know by now I ride with Hov.
n****s is jealous
When they see me in a Bentley, Pirellis sittin in suspension
On 26's, *** blowing me kisses.
My forces is crooked
The Cris is just as cold as my wristes
Stockin' cork for the *** that continue to keep on sippin'
It’s the prince of the Roc.
Jazzy Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the switch from Will Smith.
I need not
To explain why I gotta front.
It’s not a game
Grab a Philly Blunt and fill it up wit' the Brand New Funk
(CHORUS and Jazzy Jeff doing the *** thang)
First the original, then here come some North Philly chemical
With Peedi the imperial prince through your stereo
Stupid.
I get paid for conversation
It’s easy, but I see you’re having complicatons
Get it together.
You ain’t never gon' be better
Got it sewn like a sweater, make you ruffle up your feathers
Keep pulling a publicity stunt, I’m slap your *** silly
With that North Philly Brand New Funk