What's this going on up in here
Ayyye, ayye, ayye
Oh, this funky
Ayyye, ayye
On the one
Talk to 'em, yeah

They dont, make a medicine for heartbreak
Must self medicate with Barcardi
'Least that's one thing that they taught me
After the plug after you get naughty
I'll help you release it all the way
Outta ya system, put you on the wave
Can't let it kill you, the mark you gon make
Is way too vital to keep you falling

Dash of life in that elixir
Serving it up
Drops of real in that elixir
Serving it up
Kiss of a breeze in that elixir
Serving it up
Taste of the rain in that elixir
Serving it up

This groove will make you open up your mind
With groove, you're flying through the arms of time

I can make any potion that will make you fly on this starship (ayye, ayee)
Smell the colors, taste and light a temporal slip (ayye, ayee)
This psychedelic fever, sweaty catnip (ayye, ayee)
Knees deep in funky shit of frozen cool whip

Way too fine to be worried 'bout an ounce
When a few pies baking and them new eyes waiting
Don't assume I'm staying with the blues
I'm slaying cuz I knew types blatantly confuse my greatness
But the truth I'm saying on cue vibrating
To the crew high thinking I'ma lose my way
Betta view my jewels from the dues I'm paying
As a clue I'm laying on them fools violating

Dash of life in that elixir
Serving it up
Drops of real in that elixir
Serving it up
Kiss of a breeze in that elixir
Serving it up
Taste of the rain in that elixir
Serving it up

We break the floor
And leave you wanting more
And point you to the door
'Cuz you can't take it
Never before were you made to explore
The limits of your core
This here's a banquet
You need this funk, the whole funk, nothing but the funk
Injesting junk, you need this bumping in your trunk

On the one
I get lifted when I feel that bass
So much I no longer can feel my face
Cards stacked against me but I got that ace
Up the sleeve
Melanin magic is free
And it don't expire
Ain't no tap, still I been wired
Walking straight into the line of fire
Bulletproof is my kind of mind, no matter my attire
And what I require is they break a fee if my time acquired
Gotta find a buyer
A1 credit, I declined the priors
They ain’t making the cut now, they must get chopped
But the love ain’t lost as I run them blocks
Grind doesn't stop
They be sucking cock to make ends meet while I was touching stock
But they don't talk about that when I flood that mouth

Oh shit, oh shit I.K.P.!
I.K.P., don't hurt'em baby
Don't hurt 'em, baby
Too funky
You gon hurt these motherfuckers right here with that
Bring it back, on the one

This groove will make you open up your mind
With groove, you're flying through the arms of time

Dash of life in that elixir (ayye, ayee)
Serving it up
Drops of real in that elixir (ayye, ayee)
Serving it up
Kiss of a breeze in that elixir (ayye, ayee)
Serving it up
Taste of the rain in that elixir (ayye, ayee)
Serving it up