DJ Jazzy Jeff Follow

And you know me, I'm outta the ordinary;
I'm rather extraordinary; My diamonds is all canary
We gettin' money. Genius! And I continue to get that paper.
So won't you mind your business. Don't be a fuckin' hater.
"P Crakk, I need that. You got the remedy."
You look surprised, ma. I gotta refreshen your memory.
Que tu quiere mujere? Tell me what you want.
But before I could blow my lie, baby lit up the Brand New Funk.

(CHORUS)

Now, now, now, if you bump me by accident, you know what's gonna happen?
I'mma 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 body baby. Show Jazzy Jeff how you're rotten 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 nothin' 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 thought you know by now I ride with Hova, niggas is jealous
When they see me in a Bentley, Pirellis in state of suspension
It's on 26's, b****es blowing me kisses. My forces is crispy
The Cris is just as cold as my wrist is. Stop and pose for pictures
And continue to keep on sippin'.
It's the prince of the Roc. Jazzy Jeff got the beat locked
I learned the twist from Will Smith. I need not
To explain why I gotta front. It's not a game.
Grab a Philly Blunt - fill it up wit' some 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 havin' complications.
Get it together - you ain't never gon' be better.
Got it sewn like a sweater, make me ruffle-up your feathers.
If you don't keep pullin' a publicity stunt, I'm slap your *** silly
With that North Philly Brand New Funk.