Hey, turn that *** down and shut the *** up!Can't kick the funky beat, straight heat, 808 bassline, make it deepG-spot G's, and me on one track, so so tight like thatSomething for your low riders, I got a beat, just another page, just another freakGirls on my jock cause my fatties way deep, I'm about to blow up so don't sleepCome on, fifteens and eighteens, gonna bump, one way funk in my trunk, uhFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youNow who got the bump in this ***, on the block it don't stopWith my baby blue 64 rag top, got the rag down, still got my sag downWhat's my mother***in' name? Nino, mama through the town with my clipsSlowpane told me Lil Blacky got the ***, hooked him up tightAt the G-spot comin' with them hits, and I just seen him find that ***, said get a fewI heard they was diced though, it's alright though, that's the way I like it though, I still hit it thoughWith my homie AOT, he probably at the spot, gettin' tow up from the flow upWe about to roll through, and she was hattin' it, I know she wanna ride with me on my lapI told her chill crew loud to get the *** out, I'm a bitch then I burn out bumpin'Everybody's gettin' down, and we mobbin' through your townBaby baby can't you see, won't you take a ride with meAnd if you dissin' that's okay, haters only laugh one dayUs D-5G's don't hang with punks, cuz we comin' with that funkFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youI got so much funk in my trunk, that fools try to jack meBut I roll with Slowpane, gettin' Lil BlackyAnd fools are gettin' dropped like an elevatorG-Spot won't tolerate a player haterAnd we mobbin' in a six string ImpalaMy Nikes on the throttle, my lips are on a vodka bottleAnd we headed out to Fred RexHe said Jeremy's in Miami, he's bringin' back some fat checksAnd it's my treat all night at Twin PalmsWhen it's a G-Spot thing, fool, we drop bombsMe and OGenius, we love to clownValet my Impala, it's whip it brownI got the red, white, and green rectangle at a dangleWith the eagle in the middle, means I'm down to tangleAnd if you back down, fool, you a punkJust don't try to funk with my funk, mother***erFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk, that's what it isIt's gotta get into youFunk in my trunk