Texty:
Five Fingers Of Funk Slap Me Five

enough Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me I'm past the point

it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks The Five Fingers of Funk as prescribed by Dr. T. Pete Miser on the mic I'm strictly L.V.P. They retaught me how to listen and got me

Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you Only thirteen another dream seems

Tell me what you're worth 'cause in a burst of flames Blood stains could frame your body leaving your name in vain Now tell me what you did you live

putting me on the path Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble But you still put me

is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm "Unrestricted", mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me

is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm "Unrestricted", mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me

lifestyle pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc