(feat. Large Professor)



[Chris Lowe]

Lights, camera (ACTION!)



Allow me to lace the showcase

The style and the grace on me you gon' see

Gladly, from that introduction, you get the percussion

Blast you fast there go production

Trust, took my top hat off by all means

Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens

My stage persona, smooth like {marijuana}

And I'm off the quote, so take you a toke, don't choke

It ain't hard to see me up on the marquee

The next award winning academy nominee

Chris Lowe your bro, legendary type flow fo' sho'

That style right there gon' flow below

Put a slop on top, flip flop hip-hop

Took a nap for three years, woke up still hot

I, slow the roll for the next degree

The brother next to me is the Extra P



[Large Professor]

In top control, when I rock'n'roll

{Niggaz} want to bumrush the dominant soul

Jump start is the reflex art, strong hard and cold

Chris Lowe, make the rhymes explode

In the heat of the night, Large Pro is that excitin sound

Get around with the trey-five pound

Every time the little lady act fake I frown

Shake shake your town, check how I lay it down on the low

Bumrush ya show, like I said once befo'

Large Pro in the house, Chris Lowe

Let it connect, yo Connecticut

Make some noise when I kick it to the girls and boys

that's rough and on the corner, puffin {marijuana}

Ha yeah, gettin paid up front, forever on and beyond

Pass the baton, to my {nigga} and relax

Count stacks, Extra P is a don



[Chorus x2: Chris Lowe]

Uncut action, pure satisfaction

Wild, bustin out of the frame with the style

Uncut action, pure satisfaction

Wild, bustin out of the frame with the style



[Chris Lowe]

Bust out the frame, blast off top speed

The super soul seeker, funky stoned fiend

'Bout to funk you with this yo split the scene

Your flabbergast ass is lost, that's what I mean

This here gon' be heard from the front to the rear

No doubt, slicked out, for the grand premier

Devestatin to your mind, freakin what you can't hear

Y'all know, Chris Lowe gon' be stuck in your ears

See y'all be seein whassup, peep it out like a fox

Pop it in and out on {niggaz} like a jack in the box

One time, and you don't stop

So get down, to the sound you see

I got the beats that lie, got the beats galo'

Got the beats that you never ever heard before

Now if you say you heard my beats, we gon' have to fight

Cause I just looped up the funk {shit} last night



[Chorus x2]