Lyrics:
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
It's the envious taking our
to damage any rectum
This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk
to play anally through the trunk a digital master
was given to Sam Cooke and Jimmy
sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this.
(Black C)
This some shit you can't fuck with out the funk lab
We got some game for you niggaz
Love Life Live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well
other words this is rose)
You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
Funk we transmit is unstable
One condition if I am able to say
(Yes you
do me?
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
it's enough for everybody
Check it, a hum dullah don't deserve to be a star
DoItAll, Lord Jazz, Funk Man, yo who we are Lords
Immaculate, push
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
like that for my mellow, man
No, no, we do it like that
This, for my mellow, my man
It's like this for my mellow, my man
Yo, I got spunk, plus funk
Boy, you forcing me to have to pull out the belt
A yo (What up G), bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do)
Son, I
the dark
When I check for the Heartz of
Men what do we find?
Niggas watching for my pockets
Planning plots on mine am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in
play you made and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough (yeah)
So, a nigga don't play by no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get
[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
boogie)
"Oh yeah, we dug up the finest
Bitches in the graveyard
So come on down
And if you ain't come to get your funk out
Then get the fuck out, bitch"
to, cho!
Aiyyo! beboy stance in di dance so we say
Mr. Kardinal dun know don't play
Haffi buss a nut every ass gon' day
Don't mix up wid no
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
peons in the dust
Trying to reach the deepest regions of the beyond in a rush
On the way to Elysium
Private flights 100 g's and up
Would we be able
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