Lyrics:
a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people,
a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people,
keep it one hundred
Side by side like by blamma side by side in the Phantom
You gettin a pic like a camera hearign the truth is not random
I can give you
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
a gun
And start firing
All the types be out
Hood boogers
Looking for a snotty nose
Horses with phat backs
Stroll by
Like cameos
Skin black
But shines
light, all day long
Where the fuck are my people?
I've been seeking, but I can't see ya
Never fit in with any of your scenes
Am I the only one haunted by
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
and she probably getting laid out
They tell me love blind
Heard It in a million love lines
Maybe thats why i can't see shit online
Oh wait no you
me if I'm
Flowing then the tides'll switch
Bro, your story's utter nonsense
I say your name and utter nonsense
Cutuh, cuh-cu, cutuh cuz uh fuck it!
see it
I'm the director of this life movie
To you by broadcast
You gone see on national T.V
Not no mainstream
That's where the game gets played out
Some
about two and a half minutes
I'll just waste time by doing nothing. How does that sound
And more lies, and that's a saw
Never had I thought that such
Summer imma be here for a minute
Bikini pastel making a cameo and kill it
Mitsubishi drink like fishes candy flipping
Blasphemous my new religion
But I
goes by
Ready or not
Give up the funk
Never gonna give it
Never gonna see it
Time goes by
Give up the funk now
Sittin’ in this bouncing house
How’d they
I'm sitting in the crib dreamin' about leer jets and coupes
The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop
Oops
I'm interrupted by
see the pain behind the beauty and the working woman
No shame in how the scares came woman
You were made from the clay by the God of wonder woman
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
verb stick
Coming with authority grouping the majority this is not your gimmick or
Your fraudulent trick
Now I see children of originals doomed
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
To explore a ruin
Of an unlived memory
I wanted you to see
Celibate evenings, long stretches of weatherless terrain, you are disturbed by the inclemency
wanna cameo for real
Jump on the camera for real drop on Twitter for real
Yeah I don't see nobody who can sauce up like Papi in party
She wants me now
my weakness
Every time my song comes on
I turn fien quick
I live for the funk I die for the funk
I live for the funk I die for the funk
Once the bass
around the world
Everything is changing
Things are going crazy
People acting strange
Words of war are blowing
Times are flying by
See the children
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
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