Lyrics:
slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Jam it, jam, Teddy.
Hey, ew, oh yeah.
I can make you dance if you want me to.
Let me see you cruisin' on the dance floor, baby.
(Sound so good
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
I'm protected by the tech
And the teflon vest
And we earn that respect
Cause we worked so hard so put that
together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You
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
a dramatical cameo show
And now you know DJ Polo
These party people are ready to go
See it's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
Rock
Rock
Groove
Groove
Rock
Rock
Groove
Groove
I just wanna groove to my own rhythms
And play by the rules of my own intentions
Is that too much
cup when I sip my lean
This that Daygo flow Killah Toni KT
Bringing back the funk for everybody to see
Know you miss the old school know you miss
gunna see why we had to fly by
Coming to the day that I strive to relight this fire and desire
So, we bring it all down with the sound
Cos your never
flee to
Where ever the Bahamas is i blew up
So that should let ya know
Just who the bombest is
Cause I could see the future
Like my glasses'
by
By the way
I think I got time today
All y’all tryna ride a wave
I live right beside a lake
We not common fareal
I been grindin fareal
Y’all see
the bass
Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace
Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase
Dirty District, dusty music
The funk
became a household name
I claimed my grave and chained my name
I'm out the game, I don't play to win
I don't play at all and win by default
I climbed
can’t you see,?
‘Cause that’s the? you gots
To peep the styles
I wish I knew then what I know now
But I don’t? so I can’t fake the funk
(fake the funk
he was right by the cornerdiamonds follow that sight it’ll allure herfrightening sight got him right by the forearmunit 10 see now i got
Jam it jam, Teddy
Hey, ew, oh yeah
I can make you dance if you want me to
Let me see you cruisin' on the dance floor baby
(Sound so good to me,
together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You
the cameos grow so rare
I suppose I care, uh
About you more than anyone else and I know that's true (know that's true)
Uh
So I propose and I say I do
see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous
Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas
Why is he
by blacks
See, we're both guilty of sending each other to the cemetery
I just feel like the racism is unnecessary
Read between the lies these are
c Hitchcock cameo you blink and then it's over
But no-one gets away for free
The doors are locked our guns are cocked
Weight is off our shoulders
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