Lyrics:
on
First issue got issues
What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya
mean)
FUNK, Blues, and Green (Earth to the Milky way, or somewhere in between)
FUNK, Blues, and Green (Spark up the Love and destroy the Machine)
FUNK
C'est trop fantastique
Quand tu danses avec la Disco Funk Machine
C'est trop fantastique
Quand tu danses avec la Disco Funk Machine
On a le disco
down
Down on the floor
Gonna groove until
We can't groove no more
It's gettin' hot
Thousand degrees
Funk so hot
Bring ya to yo knees
When you get down
Machine
He's a, he's a
Funk Machine
He'll come and get you in your sleep
Funk Machine
He's a Funk Machine
So I said to Mr Funky Man
Can you teach me some
Knock It
You mother fuckers better rock it
Ain't nobody wanna stop it
This is the new funk hop twist
Knock It
You mother fuckers better rock it
Ain't
Ee dee awk, oh, I'm the jock and I'm back on the scene with the record machine
Sayin' ooh-papa-doo, how d'y'all do
I'm mr. wiggles the worm, these
machine, don't rhyme
Global capitalist machine, don't thyme
Global capitalist machine, don't thyme
Global capitalist machine, don't thyme
Capitalism is
Passano le donne come tutto nella vita ma non passa il funk
Passano le donne come tutto nella vita ma non passa il funk
Passano le donne come tutto
(без)
Вкусная дичь — как ты в неё влез
И оставил свою душу там, funk
Должен платить по счетам, funk
Я поджигал c
Gimme the loot, ведь я Machine Gun
Hey! Respeite o funk!
Porque o funk não pode parar!
Eu canto funk, respiro funk,
Porque o funk não pode parar!
Like a Sex Machine and James
Hey! Respeite o funk!
Porque o funk não pode parar!
Eu canto funk, respiro funk,
Porque o funk não pode parar!
Like a Sex Machine and James
bounce to this
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
would I want an urban feature?
"I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it"
Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin'
It's
Black Birkin
And I'm back working
And my g's merging
All my bitches twerking
And I keep certain
That my rhymes urban
Put it in my big pocket
Niggas
Yeah yeah
Come on , get it
Black Birkin
And I'm back working
And my g's merging
All my bitches twerking
And I keep certain
That my rhymes urban
Put
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty ya rhymes are crusty you can't bust G
So leave
dead, I'm gon' keep that shit real
Now you niggas know G-Funk's for real (ya know)
To those people who don't believe in G-Funk
Tried to take my style
the park or a bliss of dignity
I know your kind and you're a hating machine
When everybody is high you act so mean
Gonna funk you now
(Your bag is full
Under my foot gonna hit it down, take this stance before the crowd
Sleepin' city urban fall, summer's sadness time to answer the call
(Cool machine
She's a bad mother funker
She's a human sex machine
She's a bad mother funker
She got the power to make you shake your rump
Do the bug
The latest
dead, I'm gon' keep that shit real
Now you niggas know G-Funk's for real (ya know)
To those people who don't believe in G-Funk
Tried to take my style
Wassup!
This is a brand new experiment called Groove Machine
We are here to let youl know where the funk came from
A long time ago a jazz legend
Funk me to the beat (funk to the beat)
Dance the night away
Throw it back for me (throw it back for me)
Ah, ah, ahh
Funk me to the beat (funk
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