Lyrics:
Oh yeah
I'm feeling good now
That Henny getting to me now
Yeah I see you smiling Bethel
Wassup twin
It feels so good to be back in the fucking Stu
to the worms drop
Yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
You never smash it, I get see-Notes diggin for the casket
It gets drastic, no need
see the feet marks
Your teeth marks on my vibe like soup bones
Packin' in shows like the kidz in group homes
Jammin' high, metaphorical samurai
Chop two
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Gimme little bit of this with a little bit of that
Little bit of funk with a little bit of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme
im like artillery by fire
its a hazard he wired
or like you
walking with ya flashlight in the daytime
get higher
id rather stay at home
me to a sip
Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo hand me a handful of hips
A stamina stampede of happily happenings dabbling into obli-
-Vion, neon, be
come here, come here)
Move out to California
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
river
Right to the sea
I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
the funk in grand
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon
Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your
strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
With the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos
In liquor store cameras with the twin
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like
anesthetic
Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell
'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell
That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent
You'll
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
get the money never stop)
I learned that from my ogs
(I learned that from my ogs)
U could never fake the funk
(U can never fake the funk)
On my soul I'm
check it out, y'all (uh, uh)
Check it out, check it out (uh)
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Funk Flex, DMX (uh, uh)
It's
know _What's Going On_
without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down
I spark your brain with all funk material
And gettin wicked, and let Wilson
open for that exorcism strictly by the prime numbers
To redesign your Small Wonder
Pisces one Scorpio alert of destruct
Constellation funk
bout that
I’m a dope emcee, so funk with me
I stay on the mic like constantly
The local studio is where you’ll likely find me
Unloading verbal schematics
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock,
Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's
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