Lyrics:
See Through these people and all the that they project
They Shooting free throws not really quite Steph
Word to Hovito
They tend to neglect
whenever we do I'm a ronin
I had three tickets to Rome but a star didn't want to go, blamed it on Covid
I'll make a cameo here and there like my name Conan
She play with her nose she loves cocaine
I'm smoking on za this shit potent
They see you don't play they stop joking
It's green so it's bubbly
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this.
(Black C)
This some shit you can't fuck with out the funk lab
We got some game for you niggaz
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
And you know it’s true, I can see the hoe in you
Pimped by the bandwagon, do what they told you to
[Chorus: Del]
Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour,
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
what I got, and baby that's plenty
You'll never have one that rocks so many
I'm 'a make you wet and make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now
the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
Now I got the +Vibeology+, in a funky way
Somethin Paula Abdul
grooving on like a fool
Oooh! Oooh!
But if you see me spread out, let me in
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Baby, just party high and low
Let me step into your erotic zone
were clapping at ya'll
But nowadays the chopper's givin' applause
See, if the love of money is the root of evil
It's no wonder this culture brainwashing
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
shit
Known to be the alcoholic funk, best believe it
The Rolex, low key, gotta see it
Took it from a nigga, barely had the finger on the trigger
Comptown
talking shit on that laptop
We were selling out shows and
Stackin' up mad gwop
Funk Volume, nigga, got the game on padlock
You was raped by your uncle
at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Chorus]
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all
yourself
When I think about me
I funk myself
Love yourself explore yourself
When I think about me
I funk myself
Please stand by, I'm working out a detail!
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