We want the funk Bitch where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta Black man taking no losses Everybody wanna cut the legs off him (Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it) Everybody wanna cut the legs

Dem nae waan we yah We cut and come back with the formula Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh Oh, we find the formula Fi make the money fi

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

So baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to end if you don't We cut the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

All for the love of Growin' it up Cut it down Pass it around Everybody loves some Makes you happy Girls get horny When they use it

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug