Lyrics:
and they get on stage and tell
Some cornball war story, ring the bell (word)
You're fakin' the funk
Talking that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
and they get on stage and tell
Some cornball war story, ring the bell (word)
You're fakin' the funk
Talking that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
fakin' the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (come on)
Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy (huh?)
Light my fire, dirty
Like
gone away
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk
Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk
Put down
the scapegoat for fakin' the funk
But when they set up another prince time beef
What's hard at first, but melts in the heat, they call that Plastic
[Chorus]
uh-huh
Yeah, uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
If you wanna come on down to the front
But baby, yo, it's cool, it's cool
Uh, everybody that's fakin' the funk to put
fakin' the funk
I got a trunk full of beats
And a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets
From all the good times
That I spent with ya Hookers
Some
(6Element)
I got a foreign the trunk in the front
I got some money I do what I want
Bitches get to it they fakin' the funk
Rollin' exotic I'm
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
in with that biz
doing this for all of my kins
Fucking the color of yo skin
All of these vatoz iz fakin the funk
I can smell it a mile away
Good
Livin' in the world of ghetto life
Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife
That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move
No fakin'
shakin your rump
Be makin' me wanna come fuck you, no fakin the funk
And when your lil' gangsta bitch mode take place
Make a nigga wanna bump the first
on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did
chopped with a muthaphukkin machette
Coz I don't give a fuck about you,
your record company and your goddamn crew
All you pussies keep fakin the funk
Talkin
for the fam
Fakin' the funk, never part of my brand
Yeah, If I say it I do it I am
Poppin tough talk all on the cam
You ain't gang gang in front of your
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
a tsunami of sound,
Pound for pound, we the kings, wear the crown,
No fakin' the funk, we keep it real, never phony,
When I drop bars, best believe it's
back home it's that simple
They fakin' the Funk, i smell a Don-E,
From the shit i've seen I really been deep
A sinner sin, A sleeper gon' sleep
still let
barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home
fakin the funk
Baby ya body got me on ten, when can we meet again
One shot, Two shot show me how much tolerance that you got
Lemme see, lemme see how you
crib like mutombo
These bitches be overweight birds these bitches be dumbo
Im not one these fools that be fakin the funk for the comfort
Cant hang around
item at Aldi, these niggas ain't in a bag, uh
These niggas fakin' the funk, these niggas fakin' the soul, these niggas fakin' the jazz, ayy
Fifty dollar
are burning hot
I think I got fakin the funk
Motherfucks up in my spot
They know I'm gonna blow
So they press up on
The crew like gets dissed
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