Ha ha... I know Yea I know man These cats man... It's all good, you know It's been a minute Feel good... ha ha... Huh Funk flav Ayo I bet you never thought you'd see me again, My friend Craig Mack comes with the Uhh like Mac-10's I stomp on crush on all the competition Now I got 4our 5ive chillen on my mission Still rock the funk, I'm still in command I'm still the one man band from here to Japan Born to hustle, it's aight though, don't phase me nun' Just remember you Mack son The one they kept on the run But that's okay Black Kept me in shape so when I put it on tape See I'm the Mackalicious Fat Funk Flav, my nigga And when it comes to big names, God it don't get bigger And I'm comin... So don't you forget it, don't you forget who's king, Boy Of this little world... hold onto your girl... I'm the side of life we all seen Ghetto child, my life was born misery In '73 Harlem on Lennox I was found in the street, brought in by paramedics Adopted at 5 months and crowned me Mack Now whatever my Mom won, she's good for that Hit the hood like a bat and crush that And sold that, you can hold that, unfold that Wrote that, stayed with a green and gold sack On my team I'm hood Quarterback And money I'm all for that Don't worry I'm chillen Bought my main chicks minks and my kids own buildings These streets have created a man Hip Hop you created a fan You'll get dropped if you stand where I stand Funk Police if you can't understand You not BadBoy you not my fam It's even in the Quran And I have seen the promised land But I'm plagued with these problems, man So I gotta get it off my chest the best way I can And have to spit it if you with it, nigga raise your hands HA Funk Flav Original, mister Mack Ha, Don't be afraid I'm comin to get ya, I'm comin to get ya Ha Ha Mack Funk Flav, ya'll So don't you forget it Don't you forget who's king, Boy Of this little world... hold onto your girl...