Lyrics:
Laughin' at ya (ha)
Funk used to be a bad word
(sung by the group
Interspersed with stuff from
George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
Neighborhoods bad on the other side of that red line. RISE.
Ahmad Aubrey murdered by the cops is a clear sign. RISE.
Stephon Clark murdered by cops is a clear
Left them opportunity to be the opposite of single
Simple life desired so that is what they created
Spent some time admired but George felt he was inside
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
killed his mother
Not the brother who wrote a bad check he wasn't the one who smothered
But the judge will be lenient to the white man
If this was 200
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
flash this watch my nigga, that hoe be back
And I ain't even rocking a Rolly or fronting with cash
I'm at the bar with George Costanza arguing for tax
Da da da da da da
Yea
Da da da
A toast to the bad guy
With bad bitchs the bad times el pass by
An da da da
Toast to a good man
Who did his best
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Bad things come in threes it's the return of quarantine
Your down on your luck
If you believed this year we'd be free
Capitol building breeched waving
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill ('Clef) (yeah)
Yeah, she whined for the bill, grind for the bill (whoa)
(Weezy, and she used to be
Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill ('Clef) (yeah)
Yeah, she whined for the bill, grind for the bill (whoa)
(Weezy, and she used to be
a couple weeks to make it thirteen
Me, I can stay in touch and still be out of your reach
Definition of keepin' it cordial, got it poppin' like Orville
I
saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout
History can never be made by one man we must smash this one quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people this is clear
Even
and on the charts
I got creative took the money that I made
And bought a beat machine now it's
Me and T-Dot up late
And I volunteer at detention centers
To be
pandemics 'n' vaccines by Bill 'n' George Soros
Just righteous peace 'n' joy on streets paved with gold
We don't know oh
When it's time to go
Whether you go
warm tell the woman
Be easy naah squeeze the charmin test wyclef,
See death flesh get scorned beat you so bad make
You feel like you ain't wanna be born
I said that I want some more of them different flavors
When a queen been all I need
Cause they the ones that be relatin'
Momma checkin' on me daily
about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take
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