Music: Mahoney, Sexton, Hexum, Wills; Lyrics: Hexum,
Martinez
The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump Blessed are those
who erupt when we turm up Right now we corrupt Cons the shades
we don in the neon night We're gonna feed on the mics and blast
through a pipe I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta cool capability to toast and ill Yo my daddy told me,
"Hey son you must act chill" Alien rough My galaxy is
tough Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and
swing Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang With dope Buddha's come
to the stage we are attackin Space assassin naked live and never
slackin Come a day on the way enter on S.A. Amplified form another
world far away I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live While
the masses passes upon there fucking asses And if you don't see
get glasses That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb The
motherfucker is not scrub I said the man is the kind With the
one that I call Brine Shrimp We nover ever do skimp I limp on
a stage in a huff Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt
cone Then I'm stonded watch out Smoke the weed that come from
Northern California Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
That the thing that mash up your nature Mash up your body and
mash up your culture Take a tip from the the flipped script of
Daddy Freddy I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and goes on and on and on And turn out the dope
shit like the one that's called Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's
up P-Nut change it up