FIVE FINGERS OF FUNK - Comin' Out the Cellar lyrics

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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]