Lyrics:
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On)
Funkentelechy (yo ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On)
Funkentelechy (yo ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
break it down
Down…
Gabba guh by da badoo
Badoo
Bap boop
Just break it down
Freak freak
Funk funk
Freak da funk funk
Ya got ta
Freak freak
Funk funk
If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life
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
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
as a legend
Jack-a
Jack-a
If you never touch a racket once again
You will still love by millions of children
Who will tell their friends?
How they take you
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
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
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
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
, 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
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
Načo pôjdem domov
Povedz načo pôjdem domov
Doma to už poznám
Radšej nalej jacka s colou
Radšej nalej jacka s colou
Ešte skôr než pôjdem domov
Načo
Ayo B
K Whats hannenin?
You hear them hoes?
Aye Funk em let's get this paper
Fax
What's really poppin?
Talent you ain't got it
We know you have
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
like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the funk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the funk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your
Feed My Dreams With Funk
I am wondering what propels our dreams
Whether asleep or wide awake
Is there trouble? Is there danger?
Will the queen break
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