Lyrics:
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
I seen many men fold, many hearts turn cold
Many died by any means on the long road to the cheddar green
Now baby this that funk, girls shake they
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
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)
a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit,
funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
bout that
I’m a dope emcee, so funk with me
I stay on the mic like constantly
The local studio is where you’ll likely find me
Unloading verbal schematics
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock,
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
Kranichstein, Lowrider, High 5
Aj, dreh' dein Album auf Stand-by
Jetzt kommt OL, Bandanas mit Tec-9s
Du solltest wegbleiben, alles vorbei
Du weißt doch, wie
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
And Southern funk flows from the
Past far out into cyberspace
But it's all bounded by rabid confidence and
The wide open humour evident in
Both the conciliatory
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
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