AMG — P-Funk

[Intro] Ayo, Trace, man (Yeah, what up?) Man, I’m sick of all this old rap shit, man Why don’t you drop me one of them old P-Funk beats, man (Alright, man, bet) [Chorus] Hip-hop smoothed out on the polka swing tip With a country feel appeal to it Hip-hop smoothed out on the polka swing tip With a country feel appeal to it [Verse] Call me a rebel of some sort AMG, I’m sippin’ on a quart of OE And I gotta pee Hit the bombudd, now I’m seeing 3D Bitches all around (Say what?) Niggas tryna clown (Hey) Right before I grab my accordion, pump the beat I’m tossin’ up a 40, and now polka [Chorus] Hip-hop smoothed out on the polka swing tip With a country feel appeal to it (This is P-Funk, vertical joyride style) Hip-hop smoothed out on the polka swing tip With a country feel appeal to it