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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] From Letras Mania