Lyrics:
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
He danced a nasty funk-style retro
He drove
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C
Get up
We are eternal funk
Alias
The phemaldehyde funkmen
You can't see us, but you can feel us
Get up on the funk funk funk funk funk funk
We still need the funk got to have the funk
Nothing has changed (Nothing has changed)
Or is the way you perceive me
Colored by the way you've been
an appearance
c cameo appearance
cll Vocals by McKeith Cordell
bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you
Niggas
that, uh
(I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk)
Check it
I come to grips with mics
I come to grips
to a motherfuckin' king (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got
couldn't bring this funk to you
So we feel that it's a must
It is something we should do
Let me take you by the hand
And spread the funk across
, escape the funk
Escape is futile, try saving your time
No need to struggle, the muck and the grime
Will reside within your mind as if by design
So you
a Funk Vigilante
I came up on that Cameo Word up
Like Dâm-Funk I'm such a Funk Vigilante
see
And I'ma say this shit quite frankly
I give a fuck when freestylers step up
I don't do it, tell you 'bout it on the next cut
'Cause right now we
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
scream and chant but I'm prone to rant
About the F-U-N-C-K, saved by the DJ
Hit the rewind cause I need another replay
Stanky funk rolling down the street
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
and a moan
I feed my dreams with funk
c funk and a kiss through the night
I feed my dreams with funk
Baby won't you funk me right
I feed my dreams with funk
After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your
to see you honey but now I say goodbye
What the funk
What the funk
What the funk is wrong with you
What the funk
What the funk
What the funk is wrong with
on paper-round
I'm wide-eyed, my time flies, I sit here and make a sound
2020 kind of breezing by
And 2015 ain't as close as 2025
So I lie here, chilling, looking
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
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
got party favors for you by the boatload
When I show up all my diamonds doing cameo
When I pull up everybody be like daddy Yo
Scccrrr sccrr with your
my nasal space
I'm gonna funk you up and down
Gonna meet the Love Boat
If it doesn't dock in tuna town
Is that your perfume
Or did you just run by
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