Comin' Out The Cellar - Five Fingers Of Funk

One two let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar 
(repeated endlessly) 
So get me on the mic I'll be the ill funk fella 
Here comes the fingers on the ill funk flow 
Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows 
I'm coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver 
'Cause ain't nobody liver than the Mr. Mad Miser 
With the Fingers I'll bring you something new to scoop up 
From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up 
Old funk grooves 'cause we'll move you with the live shit 
So peace to the crew one two you don't quit 
Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong 
Rhymes dripping off the lip it's like I'm singing the lemon song 
Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb 
'Cause I'll be getting funky like your mom's under arms 
Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac 
Then repeat chorus again