"Get Funky" "That's right" (x4)

 JuJu:
 It's the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger
 Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
 Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
 Complicated my style change I get stranger
 Freak flows let opponents know
 That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
 Gots to get money kid you know how it goes
 And I'm still livin' fowl even stickin' up hoes

 Psycho Les:
 Equipped with the Beatnuts funk
 Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk
 Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked
 I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk
 I told you once and I won't tell you twice
 I freak the stunks and I won't pay the price
 For stickin' in hun paradise cause it's all good
 I know you wish you could

 Hook (x8)

 Fashion aka Al Tariq:
 You got the brews but the cool is just save ya
 Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya
 Raise ya give you junky juice that was major
 (And you don't stop) comin' from the soul
 cause the heart is the funk spot
 Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot
 Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the don't squeeze
 Ju come down spray these niggas with the funk please

 JuJu:
 Somebody said you were looking for static G
 Those who try to play me close could die tragically
 I got a merciless flow that's infatically fatal
 That attacks the brain automatically
 Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
 Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
 Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
 I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez

 Hook

 Psycho Les:
 With a 1-2-3, 3 and 2-1 only type ? preacher could be this nun
 Hun don't it sound sweet to the drum?
 Drum trip as I flip till it's done
 Son act like you recognize dad
 Run to poppa come get what you never had
 I'm (superbad) and ducks get mad cause it's all good
 I know you wish you could (get funky)

 Fashion aka Al Tariq:
 We got you wanna more puff from the Nut
 Go on take a hit from my shit but it's a rough one
 Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one
 Use to be two in the crew now it's plus one
 I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin'
 Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin'
 I'm a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye
 Make way motherfucks it's the real superfly