Though I fall through glass
I am higher than ever
I'm reaching the sky
And I'm holding on

Stop pop shake an ass to this
Now special edition of a fretboard checklist
Living by the funk
Coz they said I stunk
who laughs now
Oh then she gotta bedunkydunk
Surry is a slide
With an afro beehive
People running hot
When doug is alive
Music's the master
who rocked the ghetto blaster

[Chorus]

Dirty little mother gonna rock it on the floor
With a beat like this she couldn't ask for more
Got one booty round from a dog pound
Comin' back from the task of a touchdown
And groovin' I was steaming
Now I'm southbound
Little risk of my fears of a hill town
Like i said I'm just here to lay a verse down

[Chorus]

(Trumpet solo)

I am always looking for this
something but I'm finding nothing
when shall we be released partner
catch this so I get down mother