I'm full of funk I'm stayin crunk and Fly ain't barrin no tricks

I'm fillin sweets so full of skunk and then I take me a hit it's the lick

The ganja mane taking over a playa's brain

Cause fly on that funk punk that bud got me hearin thangs

Mane I'm feelin sane from this place in fly's memory

recalling back fly so high my visions are blurried G

Me myself and I little Fly gonna take a flight

Whenever it's chronic city, or funkytown late at night

Right, I hit the snow, slammin bones with Lil Braudo

Junkies just 'a comin and yo, I'm yellin dominoes

So, you know it's on, party on to the break of dawn

My body is kinda numb, sometimes I start to yawn

Sippin on the Busch and you suckaz can't hang with me

I blaze up that onion blunt, fly snizow that blizow G

Stretch across the bed, rest me head, then I'm snorin Jones

just awaken shakin once again, now you know it's on..

Chorus:

Just awaken shakin once again, so you know it's on

Just awaken shakin once again, ho you know it's on..

(Repeat 3x)

Verse 2:

Playas on the scene, I'm feelin mean, I'm on blow, so

I'm chillin with SPL, Fly down with South Park ho

Yo, that Mitchell hype, supatight, ready for a flight

For creepin you heavy hoes or breakin you late at night

Flight is how I lay when I'm blowin my bloody hay

Fuck what you gotta say, and that's the way Fly gone stay

Hey, my nigga Slick in the house for the nickel bitch

Lil Thai and Big Jugg in this click, gangstaz runnin shit

Trick, he'll let you know when he roasted that lemon mane

He got that boy hot as fuck and Fly never seen a mane

shakin like a duck, scared as fuck, that's the way he be

Tony, Bone, Larry ya