[Intro]
Hum
C'mon, ay, yeah, ah
C'mon, yuh, one, two, one, two
Listen, ah, yeah, c'mon, ay
Look, one, two, one, two
C'mon, ah, yeah
C'mon, ay, look, one, two, one, two
C'mon, yeah, listen, ah
C'mon, ay, look
C'mon

[H-Mack]
I said I feel good and I knew that I would
I spit facts on these records make the truth understood
Overheat my speech leaks fumes out the hood
Of your vehicle, my free flow unbelievable
I'm makin' speakers blow out the trunk of your Hummer
My name bubbles like kids having fun in the summer, ah
I bring the thunder tearing punks asunder
'Causе they sample my flow more timеs than The Funky Drummer
Smooth like knives through butter, did I stutter? I'm ill
Rhythm like I'm Clyde Stubblefield
On Mother Popcorn thoughts storm
Out my mental in top form, I'm sorry you were not warned
Respected from the rookies to the old vets
Competitors are steppin' with their bold threats
Better under pressure you ain't never seen before yet
Got you breakin' out in a Cold Sweat
Speakin' through ghost notes and rimshots
The flow's dope, I've been hot
And I don't need to showboat with no gold rope or wristwatch
I climb higher than oak growth, I'm at the tip-top
Aw, snap, we really back at this
Bootsy on the bass y'all, we bringin' that fatness
Fantastic when Mack flips the rap scripts
Funkiest guitar scratches from Catfish
You know you couldn't match this, I strike with flames
Guaranteed to ignite your brain
With this music I'm a student of the best
If I spew it, then it's fresh
Why pursue it unless you Doin' It To Death?
I'm sayin' yo, I really kill it in the zone
T. S. hella lit, I'm brilliant with the poems
Feelin' like I'm one in nine billion and it's known
I slide like Fred Wesley, you can feel it in your bones
Said I'm always cold, way cooler than the A/C
Don't make me spell it out for you, it's The J.B.'s
When I jot bars, every jam bumps
Jungle breaks get you higher than joints, blunts
And bongs, I break it down like weed chunks
Peep the deep slump, beats bumpin' from P-Funk
Music that ain't got no heart, that thought's so dark
My raw flow sparks like Jabo Starks off top, throw darts
In the cypher freestylin', I don't use a pad
Same mindset the Buddha had, Super Bad
The music mad groovy, dad duty
'Cause Papa's Got a Brand New Bag of rap rubies
Look, we give it up and turn it loose
Celebrity legend livin' plush and earnin' loot
My style is unruly, it's truly crazy
H-Mack, official collab with Bootsy, baby
Let's go (now these are the J.B.'s)
C'mon (oh Harry Mack, you punch a pack dude!)
Y'all know what it is man, Harry Mack
Bootsy playin' that funk, c'mon, let's go
(Blow Fred!)
[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude]
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Pass the 'P'
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Pass the 'P'

[Outro]
Yeah, c'mon
Yuh, one two, one two, listen
Yeah, c'mon, ah
Look, one two, one two, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, ah
Look, one two, one two, c'mon, yeah
Listen, one two, one two, c'mon
Hit me now!
You know I like it
Put in the pocket
I won't lock it, baby
I ain' t no scrub
Pass the 'P' (Fred!)
Clyde, Jabo, c'mon get down
Now these are the J.B.'s
Get funky, get funky
Get funky, get funky
Jab, hit me now!
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Pass the 'P' (everybody!)
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Pass the 'P' (pass the 'P'!)
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Pass the 'P' (c'mon!)
Pass the 'P' like it used to be
Catfish, Clyde, Jabo from Alabama, baby (yeah, one two, one two)
And we have Fred Wesley (listen, one two, one two)
And these are the J.B.'s