Lyrics:
TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
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Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your
to my man Puff Daddy)
Laying back, just relaxin'
(Alright, Faith Evans, Todd, all of that)
The Good Life...
(Funk Flex 60 minutes of Funk, now we
Paul Jonson
DJ Funk
DJ Sneak
DJ Rush
Waxmaster
Hyperactive
Jammin' Gerald
Bryan Wilson
George Clinton
Lil' Louis
Ashley Beatto
Evans, Todd, all of that)
The Good Life...
(Funk Flex 60 minutes of Funk, now we gonna do it So So Def style)
wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because life
wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because life
cold like Davy Jones Locker
Walkin' in circles, force of illusion, I got a plan, laid out the blueprints
Follow Geno like it's a forest maze, I got
Evans, Todd, all of that)
The Good Life...
(Funk Flex 60 minutes of Funk, now we gonna do it So So Def style)
from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game
É o evan bebeeee
Dj nando beatz é os grave que malaaaa
Elas gostam de malvadesa
Trap
Hoje ela marcou
Ela vai sentar “skull”
Ela dança mais
You are now in the presence of the funk
Uh na-na
Uh na na na na
Kisses
I'm faded oh no
I'm faded oh no
I'm jaded
I'm wasted
Uh, remember back
[faith-talking] yeah, funk flex 60 minutes of funk,
volume 4 baby [verse 1] seven days of working no breaks
gotta take a day off to unwind it gives
em
Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they
Orquestrando toda roda punk
Tiro onda nos passinhos de trap
Tiro onda nos passinhos de funk (Oh meu Deus)
Tá fácil pro Evan
Flexível, flow amoeba
Gang firme
clown
its a shame
crabs in a bucket
pulling you down
you cant do this shit...
so back off
spent 3 days on the beat
like i was Quik or gil evans
Mic check - Now let me say this clearly
- Huh - 'Cause I needs no clearance
- Fav - Bonjour
- I'll be jazz, I'll be
Blues, I'll be Funk, i'll be all
the hardwood floors
Shut out a whole country two, days before
Slay your whore, like you never heard of the man
Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore
So much dough,
Funk vom Retrogott
Den Intellekt vom Nekromanen
Die Weisheit von Sir Serch
Den Wortschatz von Hiob
Und die Coolnes von Jay Larson
Die Reime von
see the genie when He bring the funk into light
These Prescription rappers I will never argue with perk head
I'll wake up and beat yo ass till
Word; they be chasin' heaven like Jason Nevin
But there's more degrees of separation than Kevin Bacon
Like J.J. Evans, I'm straight dynamite
So all you
Live for the funk and I die by it too
Going bananas, I live in a zoo
Tony Montana, I sniff and achoo
I'm a sex addict I'm feeling taboo
I'm
to rhyme to, I found the calling
Funk and fusion, both installing
On the hard drive, got the hard drive
Swinging on the changes like a par five
In my
and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house
And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare
Tell me how does it feel to be in a real nigga presence
Nigga wear expensive fabrics
Bitches lovin Evan Jackson
All my niggas actin ratchet
To tell
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