Lyrics:
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
the name of
N-i-n-j to the motherfuckin A
Straining your brain like T.V. Static
Check out the funky 3d graphics
Rave visuals, enter my digital zone
As I
Uh
Uh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I don't think they ready
Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka
I can
fling, who's the bedroom king?
Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost
Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast
Run and get
the daddies
With no salt in them
Like my French fries
Get fried harder
Than a table
A teaspoon of
The purple stuff
Give it up
I'm Royal, I'm Royal
Oh Lord
We
houses, pimpin, shine uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound
Be-atch
Mr pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch
And she gotta have that
Uh
Uhh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I don't think they ready
Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka
I can
drop my load, then get up and make some french toast
Run and get the paper and it won`t be the Post
After that you know the flavor I`m ghost!
[Pete
king?
Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost
Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast
Run and get the paper and it won't be
(Yo) You see the streets want me, no longer am I hungry
The death toll's rising, no longer am I one's monkey
Just keeping it funky, I'm not a pawn in
of Lakers
Eyes so low, hotbox room full of smoke
Whole damn house smellin' skunky
Indica got my body feelin' funky
Edibles so yummy, eat too much go a little
tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch
[Mannie Fresh]
Mr. Pimp
nigga, the Bird's in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch
Didn't like it on the country side
All the precious time I waste
We changed the taste
Moving on to a french house
In the suburb of a funky town
We worked
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