Funkmaster Flex & Jermaine Dupri &
DJ Kool
Yvette Michele
Funkmaster Flex & JAY-Z
M.O.P.
Funkmaster Flex & Lil’ Kim
Capleton
Funkmaster Flex & Nas
Funkmaster Flex & Pretty Boy & Foxy Brown
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Cypress Hill
Redman
Funkmaster Flex & Redman
Funkmaster Flex &
Funkmaster Flex & Michelob
Greg Nice
Parliament
The Gap Band
Keni Burke
Funkmaster Flex & Dav (ITA)
Funkmaster Flex & Mary J. Blige
Funkmaster Flex & Buckshot
Funkmaster Flex & O.G.C. & Representativz & Heltah Skeltah & Boot Camp Clik & Smif-N-Wessun
Wu-Tang Clan
Funkmaster Flex & The LOX & The Notorious B.I.G.
Funkmaster Flex & Ma$e & Diddy
Funkmaster Flex & Lost Boyz
Method Man & Blue Raspberry
Funkmaster Flex & PMD & Nocturnal & Das EFX
Funkmaster Flex & Xzibit
Funkmaster Flex & Cormega
Run–DMC
Soul II Soul & Caron Wheeler
Slick Rick
Funkmaster Flex
Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown)
Yo (uh huh)
Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh)
Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit)
Fox Boogie '97 (Fox)
Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah)
Yeah Brook-lyn yo
Verse One: Pretty Boy
20 foot celeings with that rough leather sofa
Gucci loafers, spendin' weeks at the Stofa
Motels makin' slow Moe's turnin' L's
With Towana, fuckin' in the sauna
Pretty Boy steady blowin' backs out
And if your man front, gotta pull the gat out
Now he laid out, cause I sprayed out
Pussy Clyde on the played out
Over some ass, you DOA'd out
Ya'll can play in the low Inkeim houses
While I got the crib and the Benz one thousand
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Tight like Dee Dee, offi-cal
Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day
Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently
And shake those, artifi-cal
I'm Dom P, she was Fay yo
Five carats to lay low, E-D
Type speedy, you see me, I'm straight 3-D
You PD, and why, you straight semi
I'm semie, on the Medi, CK-1 and fakes none, da da
Yo Flex, word on the street is uh, you set that mix tape shit straight
Let me bless that, priMadonna of rap
Black and Philipine, well up to Brooklyn
And my muthafuckin' Firm team
What up baby boys, it's love
Keep it cocked, Firm chill, your rap princess got it locked
And uh, see the, rap star, mama seita
My 9 maticle greater, lit it up like cheeber
It's our world, what you think
To make it real simple, we do what ya'll can't, point blank, uhh