Ahmad - Touch The Ceiling lyrics

[ verse 1 ] Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk' n***aroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound Never fake, i be real, so what you gonna do now? Battle? i don't think so, look, i got your noose tugged Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks And n***as who stink Then go hang out like a link I'm the brink of the blow up Sink and watch me go up Another level, let the ba** boom As the treble tunes up My too rough style I'm too tough I'm gifted, ovin the crowd I make em get up, then i get down It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid I know sh** stinks, so i don't mind if you loop it Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny) [ chorus ] So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) [ verse 2 ] Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well Got a leash and i go in and out of style like your bell- Bottoms, say sh** that's real like 'i'm nuts over midgets' Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket Not really into baseball, but i'm an all-american Still act a fool Breakin rappers like a rule I'm cool, mostly peaceful Kick it with my people But if i go insane You can jump and do the same Thing, i gotta sing La-la, if you got that swing Follow me, get wreck I make you bounce like a check Mic-check, 1-2 Stand and watch me run through A crew real easy, but that's only if i want to Murder if i want it, stand and watch me flaunt this sh** I'm like the mafia, i keep on makin hits I know which way is up And won't stop Till i hit rock bottom That's the truth But for now smack the roof Then groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) [ chorus ] Break it down, y'all [ verse 3 ] Well, i'm not a baby, but i got another verse left to spit out King of the hill, knock em down when they get up Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm Busy on the mic like this So pump your fist And never hit the ff bu*ton on my ca**ette Just sit stunned Dn't give me no props until i'm done Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin That you might be able to be label- Mates with the great n***aroe I'm just down with the king, and you're not it Lookin for your gift, but i already shot it I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your a**es So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) [ chorus ] Do the watussi to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Do the bu*t to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Do the jerk to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny) And if you got the feeling (jump and touch the ceiling) Do the freak to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)