Lyrics:
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
and precise
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The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
I'm mastermindin the plot, you ? the spot
Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop
I tote my heat, and hold my ground
They
Long Beach City G's Funkin
and its a pity who many we's punk and drunk
in a hotel lobby at a town near you
housekeeper's high, and drinkin beer too
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
Kid Capri ]
Swish (swish) Lords of Funk from the foul line
Boom-bammin, slammin like a Alpine
I know you hate us, but you better think ahead
You try
to run when my dog's on the prow
Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in
I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo—knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
you
If ya punk head ain't down with this
Trip hop for the hoes of OC
Kickin my flows for by bros in HB
Land of the dancers, skins and sprakheads
big time respect, from the West to the East
Haps up see, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
Huey and Duey
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
‘renegades of funk‘, in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of “oh dip” where a social
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
always so appalling the
Way your body moving
In the club I’d be looking
For that shit all evening
This ain’t a punk so why do you look so mad
I am just
movin' it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now? Watch your battleship
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't
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