P-Funk - AMG

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)

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

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

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