Comin` Out the Cellar

One two let me tell you we`re comin` out the cellar<br> (repeated endlessly)<br> So get me on the mic I`ll be the ill-funk fella<br> <br> Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk flow<br> Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows<br> I`m coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver<br> `Cause ain`t nobody liver than the Mr. Mad-Miser<br> <br> With the Fingers I`ll bring you something new to scoop up<br> From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up<br> Old funk grooves `cause we`ll move you with the live shit<br> So peace to the crew one two you don`t quit<br> <br> Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong<br> Rhymes dripping off the lip it`s like I`m singing the lemon song<br> Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb<br> `Cause I`ll be getting funky like your mom`s under arms<br> <br> Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac<br> Then repeat chorus again