[Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca]
The bloom, the swoon, the sugar's on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
The honeybugs dug and licked the honeydew
The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz, the lids be heavy slick
The Mecca get a rush when the beats be very thick
The hands, the feet, the brown baby treat
The femmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice
The step, the flams, the Planets goddamn
The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam

[Chorus: Ladybug Mecca and Butterfly]
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
Uh huh, a nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk

[Verse 2: Butterfly]
The big, the fat, the cool, cool cats
The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map
The chic, the love, the far-out name
The lack of the funk's the main why we came
The boogie gets done, the colors won't run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the West 4th stop
The crew after crew that do the grass-hop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The groove is the fix, the jitterbugs fix
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
[Chorus: Butterfly and Doodlebag]
That's my nickel bag of funk
My nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
Ayy check me up, I said
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk, goddamn
Oh, a nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk

[Verse 3: Doodlebug]
The wise, the hip, dig it, it's the trip
The loops, the scene, and the funkifying it
The sounds, the pounds, the stacks, the flair
The baggy, baggy jeans, the knotty, knotty hair
The twinkle in the eye, the kids is livin' fly
The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high
The action, the work from the rhyme
We goes the whole nine
The papers won't rot, the vapors get got
The streets give the buzz the funk up your block
The opium groove, the smacked out soul
The kickin' it live, the fat gotta roll

[Chorus: Doodlebug and All]
With my nickel bag of funk
My nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
Yeah, it's a nickel bag of funk
A nick bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
[Outro]
Nickel bag, a nickel bag, Ladybug'll hit ya with a nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag, Butterfly'll hit ya with a nickel bag
Yeah, a nickel bag, a nickel bag, Doodlebug'll hit ya with his nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag, DPs always hit you with a nickel bag

Yeah and I'm high right now
Yeah, yeah
Check it out, girl
Yeah, check it out, girl
Yeah, check it, check it out
A nickel bag of funk, uh
Yeah, check it out, girl
Check it, Doodlebug'll hit you with a nickel bag