Spanky, Sacramento's Connector

S-P-A-N-K-E. Yeah. You know the name. Spank.

Spank. Spank. Uh. Beat drops, thick west coast

base push funk swing. Coach called me Spanky in that wrestling room.

Coach called me Spanky in that wrestling room. Whole squad laughed like it signed

my doom. But I ain't fold. I flipped that spark,

turned a joke to a fire that lit up the dark. Started throwing house

jams when the homegirls dip, speakers on trash cans, whole block flip.

Basement sweating, kids shoulder to shoulder, but I held that mic like