Touch The Ceiling Lyrics - Singles - Ahmad

Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up 

Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk' 

Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound 

Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now? 

Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged 

Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up 

Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks 

And niggas who stink 

Then go hang out like a link 

I'm the brink of the blow up 

Sink and watch me go up 

Another level, let the bass boom 

As the treble tunes up 

My too rough style 

I'm too tough 

I'm gifted, ovin the crowd 

I make em get up, then I get down 

It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid 

I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it 

Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy 

It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny) 

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well 

Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell- 

Bottoms, say shit that's real like I'm nuts over midgets 

Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket 

Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american 

Still act a fool 

Breakin rappers like a rule 

I'm cool, mostly peaceful 

Kick it with my people 

But if I go insane 

You can jump and do the same 

Thing, I gotta sing 

La-la, if you got that swing 

Follow me, get wreck 

I make you bounce like a check 

Mic-check, 1-2 

Stand and watch me run through 

A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to 

Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit 

I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits 

I know which way is up 

And won't stop 

Till I hit rock bottom 

That's the truth 

But for now smack the roof 

Then groove to the 

Bonafied funk for your fanny 

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Break it down, y'all 

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out 

King of the hill, knock em down when they get up 

Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm 

Busy on the mic like this 

So pump your fist 

And never hit the ff button on my cassette 

Just sit stunned 

Dn't give me no props until I'm done 

Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin 

That you might be able to be label- 

Mates with the great niggaroe 

I'm just down with the king, and you're not it 

Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it 

I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's 

Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses 

So groove to the 

Bonafied funk for your fanny 

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny 

And if you got the feeling 

Jump and touch the ceiling 

Do the freak to the bonafied funk for your fanny