Lyrics:
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
two cats, one is named Grand Funk
The other goes by railroad
She feeds them pie a la mode
And talks to them in secret code
I wanna be like you
into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that
As we’re looking for the classics
And which artwork is most ridiculous
Shake the the dust-jacket free from dead skin cells
Of the Grand Funk Railroad Born
drink it all up
Now you got the fusion Black
I think about the days of way
When everybody actually played
And the funk rhymes slave
You know what I live
(woo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, 'round about fifty grand
But
Railroad
Yeah
I got
Yeah
My Faucet
Stand up, Stand up
Yeah
Turn up
Skeletons
In my closet
Blood runnin
Out my faucet
Sometimes
I lossed it
law
We losing our leaders
Biodegradable coffins
All by the railroad tracks
They planning on leaving us
For dead
Not like leaving us like
On Earth
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
behind me
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that want to act
Don't want to face the fact, That
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
He was just a poor boy livin' down by the railroad tracks
His father worked so hard to provide that he died of a cardiac
He made himself a promise
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
leave 'em wantin' more
Eat this beat like it's meat to a carnivorous dinosaur
It's the G-Funk fella
Representin' Minnesota all about the cheddar
My
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk
and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house
And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare
you a found set
Grand jam yet- this will be a let
And with a muscle you can dig a stone produce cut
You can try with the highs but it never will meet
Verse 1
Hello hello... its that throwed vato... yo b Tactical... i got that 80s funk... im hustla... far from a busta... loc shades... playa made...
& Rod Steger at Funk Rehab Lab: Mesquite, TX and Arlyn Studios in Austin, TX (drums)
ADDITIONAL RECORDING BY: Mason McCall at Collora Piano Recital Hall
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