This is a song about "Uptiown funk"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips