Well, well Once again it's your announcer B-Down I'm taking you on a journey from the flatlands of Oaktown To the rolling hills of Fremont, and beyond It's during this trip, during this journey You'll be transported Taken on a ride to a world in which Only true macks and OGs exist To a spot where only one man can rule Or reign superior It's in this place that dwells one of the truest of macks A street soldier, definitely on a mission A mission that many had believed to be impossible to repeat Yeah But now's the time that we release a brand new funk A funk that can only be brought to the forefront by a true player A king of the mack daddies The ultimate OG Hammer, the Funky Headhunter Yo, what's up, baby boy, yeah The Hammer's definitely in the house I'm returning to claim the fame, the funk, and the true mackin', yeah So all you wannabe roughnecks and wannabe macks Ha, ha, ha Stick yourselves Yeah I heard everything you said Hammer this, Hammer that Yeah, I heard all that, it's all good But I'm to break you off somethin' real proper So make room for the Funky Headhunter Or better yet, don't make room I'ma take mine I took everything from you anyway, yeah Twenty-five million records Twenty countries and got love from a hundred million You know you can't fade it, ha ha And now I'ma do it like this, yeah Like this