For those of Y'all Who Wear Fannie Packs

(laughing) Step on your finger

Damn
It's ok
I can play with one hand. see?

It's all good. 

Oh, goddamn, I said oh, 
goddamn, 
fucking goddamn 
goddamn

Woah! 
oh, goddamn 
fucking goddamn 
oh, goddamn 
oh, goddamn

shit, yeah, it's cool
oh, goddamn 
Shit, yeah, it's cool
oh, goddamn 
Shit, yeah, it's cool
oh, goddamn 
Shit, yeah, it's cool
Oh goddamn

Play it on the radio

Shit, yeah, it's cool 
Shit, yeah, it's cool
Shit, yeah, it's cool
Oh, goddamn

Come here one time--What's up y'all. I got this fucking rim going on out here. I'm gonna give a shout out to my home boy back in LA. Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on. Oh, goddamn. Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, going on in Chapel Hill. Yeah shouts out as
AKA known as Roadie Killer. Yo shouts out to my main manager man, Al Wolmark, known as aka, you buy the motherfucker

CEC
CEC
CEC

Bring in the bass, yo
Yeah and I thought that's how you felt. 
Yeah Sledge
Bring in the bass
Yeah

For those of y'all that wear fanny packs 
Yeah, come on
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs
And ponytails
Come on
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs
And ponytails

I got it fuckin on
Yeah my boy Sledge on the bass in your face
My boy Ben on the piano comin in 
Let him in, let him in
Yeah. Let my boy Ben in
Alright 
Yeah

Hey D! 
Hey D! 
Yo, wussup? 
Oh, goddamn
You gonna let me in
Yo, let that piano solo in
Let me in! Let me in! Goddamn! 

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah 

Been around the world, seen things happen
Don't mind singing and I don't mind rapping
I can find harder ways to get my shit-
Goddamn, with some fucking shit
Yeah, I saidfor those of y'all with fannie packs
This song's coming out
It's coming at ya! 
I wanna borrow an Alan wrench
I wanna borrow some duct tape I wanna borrow a mic cable. 
Bass in your face
Bass in your face 
Bass in your face 
Bass in your face

Yo--G, see in. Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down.

We're gonna break this shit on down? Gimme some bass. Aaah-aww, that pretty good, Bring this shit in! 

Oh goddamn 
Oh goddamn 
Oh goddamn 
Oh goddamn

Shit, yeah, it's cool
Shit, yeah, it's cool
Shit, yeah, it's cool
Shit, yeah, it's cool

See, motherfuckers. Play that soul, man. Play that tasty, tasty high hat word.

Oh, I'm gonna bring that tasty high hat work--I'm gonna bring thats shit in. 

I wanna taste it, man. Right now! 

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Yo this sound goes out to my main man at the point in Atlanta. Wussup, G?

Gimme my fucking monitor man Bernie. 

I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, the resistors, they won't go any higher! 

Yo, yo-eh! Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out with a piano solo.

Goddamn--ugh! Ugh, goddamn. Alright. Turn that shit out. 1, 2, 3, 4! Ugh!

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