[ 2Low ]
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo
I'm 2Low, that funky little n***aroe
Comin back with a brand new cut
And you can new jack swing on MY nuts
Cause I got the sh** so tight
A young n***a doin damage to the mic (you sho' right)
I'm 13, but I ain't dumb
So bring it on if you muthaf**as want some
Cover your dome because it's on once again
And I'm a young n***a that's known to win
I got my street sense from these muthaf**in streets, b**h
And I'm comin real, cause I ain't f**in with that weak sh**
Pa** me the joint and let me kick it for the old folks
All the O.G.'s back in the hood that once sold dope
Jammin-happy villains, I'm leavin on the next train
Runnin the game, so when I'm gone I be set, mayn
Got a bank account, so I can stack some g's
And have nice things like Cutla** on d's
Fresh candy paint, kickin sh** live
And f**in with this whip before I'm old enough to drive
My teacher can't stand me cause I give him no respect
I ain't sayin "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signin me a check
So you can miss me with that muthaf**in bum sh**
I'm gettin paid makin maze, f** the dumb sh**
You ain't my mother and I ain't your f**in son
So in reality, b**h, you gets none
I'm gettin busy on this muthaf**in track for ya
Funky - cause I'm the funky little n***a
(n***a, n***a)
Cause I'm the funky little - n***a
(n***a, n***a)
He-he-he
Cause I 'm a funky little n***a
(n***a, n***a)
(n***a, n***a)
[ 2Low ]
Here we go once again with the real sh**
Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this
I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes
I can't be faded with the sh**, cause I'm a young troop
I sport them Nikes, not the Reeboks or K-Swiss
And while I'm on the subject of feet, let me say this
I kick a** like I'm Bruise Lot
And let me squash this sh**: real n***as do die
Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that Deuce like
Let me hit the swisher and let me show you what my juice like
Rippin up sh** in '93 like a chainsaw
Makin n***as say, "Goddamn, that little n***a raw!"
And I can square the sh** off right
I'm straight from ?Warm Cloth? where these n***as don't fist-fight
They got they muthaf**in pistols shootin sh** up
Tust enough to get your punk a** lit up
It's not about the set I claim, cause I don't bang
I'm just a n***a from the hood who let his nuts hang
And I can give a muthaf** about a n***a if he's bigger
I'm 2Low, b*atch, the funky little n***a
(n***a, n***a)
He-he-he
[ Scarface ]
You'se the funky little what?
[ 2Low ]
The funky little - n***a
(n***a, n***a)
[ Scarface ]
You'se a funky little n***a
(n***a, n***a)
He-he
[ 2Low ]
The funky little n***a
(n***a, n***a)
[ Scarface ]
Let me see if you can f** with this since you're so funky
Where is Cedric?
Where is Cedric?
[ 2Low ]
Here I am
Here I am
[ Scarface ]
How are you today, Sir?
[ 2Low ]
Very high, I thank you
[ Scarface ]
Smoke one, fool
[ 2Low ]
You smoke one, fool
[ Scarface, (2Low) ]
Well, it's Face kickin sh** with the funky little n***a
(I'm the funky little n***a and I'm steady gettin bigger)
Pa** the k**er, little n***a, let me hit me some dank
(Pa** the bottle, muthaf**a, let me hit me some drank)
I pa**ed the forty to my partner, now he's ready to roll
(Crank it up, damn fool, cause I'm ready to go)
I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal
Knockin n***as on they a** like we Evander Holyfield
(f**in up the beat is what I'm known for)
And the funky little n***a is who this muthaf**in song's for
Once upon a time there lived Lucky
Lucky got f**ed because Lucky tried to f** me
(Tried to f** you how?) Hey yo, I gave the boy some sh**
He came up short, then he got his a** sidekicked
Had to cut him up like a tractor
Pick-pick-pick muthaf**a, I holler atcha
(But you ain't gotta f** with that snow no mo')
Why you say that, Low? (Cause I'm the funky little n***aroe)
I couldn't hear you
You'se the funky little what?
(I'm the funky little - n***a)
(n***a, n***a)
I'm the funky little - n***a
(n***a, n***a)
(n***a, n***a)