My funky sensation Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm calling all you, party people Come on, get up and dig that funk I have for ya I have a funky sensation That was spread around the nation Get up, clap your hands and feel the groove You see people

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

I know you called I know you hung up my line I can't be your alibi You don't have to take the bar exam to see What you've done is ignoramus 103 What've I got to hang my hat on? You don't have a pot to pee in All this just to be your friend

'Cause we can't keep holding on to grudges Stop asking why Why we had to waste so much time Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again Could it be that I've changed or did you? And if you wanna call me up or come over Like we did when we were kids

Imminilalo Imminilalo Wrestle with your darkness Angels call your name Can you hear what they are saying Will you ever be the same Staring up into the heavens In this hell that binds your hands Will you sacrifice your comfort Make your way in a foreign

Baby you can call me Baba I was, down But I'm really lit right now A couple drinks in your head You're calling me daddy instead Mommy how that dress fit tight Is it heaven between your thighs She wanna know what's my name

She didn't know-the barrel was loaded Born a queen up on her side, and she felt it too. There's a lot you can see when there's nothing to do She got down on her knees and she dug herself out Slipping to the east side and prancing about. Learn a language

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect