[Verse 1: 2Low]
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo
I'm 2Low, that funky little n***aroe
Comin back with a brand new cut
And you can new jack swing on MY nuts
'Cause I got the shit so tight
A young n***a doin damage to the mic (you sho' right)
I'm 13, but I ain't dumb
So bring it on if you muthafuckas want some
Cover your dome because it's on once again
And I'm a young n***a that's known to win
I got my street sense from these muthafuckin streets, bitch
And I'm comin real, 'cause I ain't fuckin with that weak shit
Pass me the joint and let me kick it for the old folks
All the O.G.'s back in the hood that once sold dope
Jammin-happy villains, I'm leavin on the next train
Runnin the game, so when I'm gone I be set, mayn
Got a bank account, so I can stack some g's
And have nice things like Cutlass on d's
Fresh candy paint, kickin shit live
And fuckin with this whip before I'm old enough to drive
My teacher can't stand me 'cause I give him no respect
I ain't sayin "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signin me a check
So you can miss me with that muthafuckin bum shit
I'm gettin paid makin maze, fuck the dumb shit
You ain't my mother and I ain't your fuckin son
So in reality, bitch, you gets none
I'm gettin busy on this muthafuckin track for ya
Funky - 'cause I'm the funky little n***a
[Hook]
(N***a, n***a)
'Cause I'm the funky little - n***a
(N***a, n***a)
He-he-he
Cause I 'm a funky little n***a
(N***a, n***a)

(N***a, n***a)

[Verse 2: 2Low]
Here we go once again with the real shit
Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this
I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes
I can't be faded with the shit, cause I'm a young troop
I sport them Nikes, not the Reeboks or K-Swiss
And while I'm on the subject of feet, let me say this
I kick ass like I'm Bruise Lot
And let me squash this shit: real n***as do die
Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that Deuce like
Let me hit the swisher and let me show you what my juice like
Rippin up shit in '93 like a chainsaw
Makin n***as say, "Goddamn, that little n***a raw!"
And I can square the shit off right
I'm straight from Hiram Clarke where these n***as don't fist-fight
They got they muthafuckin pistols shootin shit junk
Tust enough to get your punk ass lit up
It's not about the set I claim, 'cause I don't bang
I'm just a n***a from the hood who let his nuts hang
And I can give a muthafuck about a n***a if he's bigger
I'm 2Low, biatch, the funky little n***a
[Hook]
(N***a, n***a)
He-he-he
[ Scarface ]
You'se the funky little what?
[ 2Low ]
The funky little - n***a
(N***a, n***a)
[ Scarface ]
You'se a funky little n***a
(N***a, n***a)
He-he
[ 2Low ]
The funky little n***a
(N***a, n***a)

[Bridge: Scarface]
Let me see if you can fuck with this since you're so funky
Where is Cedric?
Where is Cedric?
[2Low]
Here I am
Here I am
[Scarface]
How are you today, Sir?
[ 2Low ]
Very high, I thank you
[Scarface]
Smoke one, fool
[2Low]
You smoke one, fool
[Verse 3: Scarface, 2Low]
Well, it's Face kickin shit with the funky little n***a
I'm the funky little n***a and I'm steady gettin bigger
Pass the killer, little n***a, let me hit me some dank
Pass the bottle, muthafucka, let me hit me some drank
I passed the forty to my partner, now he's ready to roll
Crank it up, damn fool, 'cause I'm ready to go
I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal
Knockin n***as on they ass like we Evander Holyfield
Fuckin up the beat is what I'm known for
And the funky little n***a is who this muthafuckin song's for
Once upon a time there lived Lucky
Lucky got fucked because Lucky tried to fuck me
Tried to fuck you how? Hey yo, I gave the boy some shit
He came up short, then he got his ass sidekicked
Had to cut him up like a tractor
Pick-pick-pick muthafucka, I holler atcha
But you ain't gotta fuck with that snow no mo'
Why you say that, Low? 'Cause I'm the funky little n***aroe

[Outro]
I couldn't hear you
You'se the funky little what?
(I'm the funky little - n***a)
(N***a, n***a)
I'm the funky little - n***a
(N***a, n***a)
(N***a, n***a)