This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I was born to do the damn thing

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Crying on my daddy's shoulder