Songtexte:
Five Fingers Of Funk Slap Me Five

let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar [repeated endlessly] So get me on the mic I'll be the ill-funk fella Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk

stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray Take me back to the X-Ray My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked

can't compromise Rise Come down all youth when me say open your eyes Lick a shot if you know you must rise Come down all youth when me say open your

dripping down the hood while I'm flipping The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop The shit they hit it makes me

pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc-town lingo

is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm "Unrestricted", mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me

is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm "Unrestricted", mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me

lifestyle pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc