Aha   y'nahmean?
 Word up  just wanna bring em to it real
 Real rugged like  uhh  man
 Make me feel like I'm method out and all that  y'nahmean?
 Go diggin  uhh check it

 I bring the butter  huh
 Make you wanna creep up on one another  huh
 I'm mad sharp like a box cutter  huh
 I got the fam rollin like brothers  huh
 We in the mecca  Moey  rollie glistenin
 Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin
 Ground zero funk track it's mega
 Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga
 Who's that? The bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques
 pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets
 Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
 It's the Uncle what? Uncle L makes a wild scene
 And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame
 and they be knowin Uncle's flowin in the game
 Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown
 When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
 And say....

 Yeah
 I'm bout to wet it up, get it up
 Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
 I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor
 Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
 I'm open, I let the funk soak in
 I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin
 Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
 Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick
 Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
 When I breeze by, you be groovin in the midst
 of my cycle, every move I make is vital
 Crucial, official, brothers sayin "L we miss you"
 Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
 While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six
 Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me
 Get me, I want the CREAM, baby hit me

 Now take it to the bridge

 Bridge:

 (Keep it comin baby)
 (Keep it comin baby)
 (Keep it comin baby)
 (Keep it comin baby) Keep on
 *repeat x3*

 Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up
 Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
 It gets hot when I manifest melodies
 Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?
 Get your drink on, throw you mink on
 Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what I'm talkin bout
 I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
 Swervin curbs, servin as I fixed ya
 Formulated and combinated, the people congregated
 You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated
 And I'ma take it on down to the AM
 Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
 Uhh, I get you open, baby come and get a fix
 Yo, that's word to mother I be droppin mad shit
 Let's organise, bounce together for real son
 Trick a little though, sip a little Moe, peace one

 Outro:

 (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
 (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
 (Keep it comin baby) Keep it goin baby
 (Keep it comin baby) Keep on
 *repeat x4