Lyrics:
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
Push ya wig back
You point it out
I gotta kill that
I got a heart but I don't feel that
Where the real at?
You fake the funk until it peel back
You can't
Probably just less
Or more boring
And I guess
They liked me
So we formed
The Grand Facade
And we didn't have a singer
And we never played out
And there
with two sticks
Just like the number eleven
And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin' shit in
life that's better than one
You see this life is what you make it
Why not rise like the sun?
Jay you ain't never gotta fake it now you know you that one
haitians so
Its only right we do it through our own native sound
We call that konpa
First, we need the kick
Like... one two one two
A lil' percussions, lil
haitians so
Its only right we do it through our own native sound
We call that konpa
First, we need the kick
Like... one two one two
c lil' percussions, lil
some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought
and leavin her ass with nothin
[Mr. Lil One]
Now never you know
where the hoe want to go
act up on the low
would it be wrong
would it bocome
put tom up
school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme
Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by
I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk, because disco sucks
Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
Hardcore funk that make ya want to pump a chump
My posse's thick so I will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east, I'm psycho
If I had
on you all night
I never knew you'd be a heartbreaker (da-da, da-da-da-da)
I'm done with your fake love (your fake love)
You left me, left without
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out there
We come to hit you with a sock full of funk
Under your eye, next to your nose, punk
It's funky like skunk blunts, stunk like funk cunt
I come
Ya
We the north
I hate dealing with all these fake ass motherfuckers
All these fake ass motherfuckers walking straight on by
Fuck you I'm real I know
outta' them like
Let's get it
Uh
Yeah
I-I ain't with the fake love, lil' bitch can keep that
Fix yo' face like makeup, I'll leave yo' bitch with face
your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my trunk
I gotta left that will fracture your
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I
(Mr. Canibus won't you funk it up for a while)
[Canibus]
Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead
Right now you're provokin my detonation
Never test me without
texting
I think that we going like
I'll never sweat if I think my
Conversing is fine
You ain't gone flip on me
Girl not this time
You stay politicing by
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