(feat. Mariah Carey, The League)



[Mariah Carey]

Everytime, I feel the beat

I envision you, on the one's and two's

in the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster

to rock the set, play it on and on for me Flex..



[The League]

Yo, aiyyo come through, Flex on the one two's in the Tunnel

Peepin for Sax so we can creep it on the humble

Beams and triples, kitted whips and chicks flock the scene

Jake barricadin the spot, tryin to stop my team



Front of the line a few crips just throwin up signs

To the bouncers it's all real if you checkin for nines

I got a dimebag a Dutch a few foes and nuff rhymes

You holdin up lines, I breeze through and snatch up the dimes



Specific with mine, I'm Basic like Sharon within a Instinct

I mix drinks, and polly with chicks that keep they shit thick

and script ink, name with the number to get our clicks linked

I quick think, before you can blink, I'm on the next chick



Shot of Henny in my right hand, stumblin while I'm scopin

While Flex spins the plat hits, gettin them bitches open

in back of the bar, dime shorties actin like stars

After the party them same dimes is packed in the car

So what's the deal Ma?



[Mariah Carey]

Everytime, I feel the beat

I envision you, on the one's and two's

in the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster

to rock the set, play it on and on for me Flex..