Lyrics:
And I ain't duckin' when I see you I don't give no fucks
I'm everything that you pretend to be
That's why I'm really your enemy
Can't fake da funk cause
a long year
I'm not by myself so don't
Try that from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin' with me
I'd advise you be aware
Uh, mindset racing, I got a duffle bag
the ground
Thats how I made it world wide being unrenowned
Aint no suckers in my circle
Fuck wit real brothas
I see u faking for the gram
But you run from
it is
Because I know a few mense that’s house sitting
Faking a funk party like it’s end of the month making it junk
Speakers play till it bars
My daddy didn't raise no bitch
My daddy didn't raise no bitch, nigga
RudeBoy, D-Lo, look, ayy
My daddy didn't raise no bitch
I'm a gangster
This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
'Cause niggaz don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools
vibrations, everybody like, I got them high ticket items
I dont' even know how it go, but I do it, but couterfeit funk, ain't gone get no monkey grease
boogie drum
In the house and we got clout
And you got no excuse
So just work that big ol' ass
Like you got mo' juice
Come on, juicy, juicy (juicy, juicy)
barbeque beef
it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker
but
barbeque beef
It ain't nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yea, I'm a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
If you didn't know me, you would think I was
I cant believe it
They cant, They cant believe it
Bitches funk-in but they opps
Paying rent with their twat
They ain't bosses, bitch is not
I be
so sweet
No need to say nothin just follow my lead
So if you brought somethin then get on your knees
Before your momma comes home and ruins my treat
desperation
Lookin' at the ceilin' fan, spinnin' around, havin' a panic attack
I don't pop no pills 'cause it don't take the pain away from me
I don't crack
swingin' while I'm livin', giving the rhythm
Heed the word, and the bass-drop given!
A funk down, super sound, lyrical, visual
Illogical wisdom, forever
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
Wolno jadę jak czołg
Wolno jadę jak czołg
Wolno jadę jak czołg
No bo ile słuchać tych gamoni można
To jest muzyka czy to jest polifonia
Mnie bolą uszy
titles just for standin' in the, center
Can ya feel it? can ya feel the vibe?
It looks like we beefin' to the people walkin' by
The feeling's real
Hey, here comes the funk of the future
And I can rock a rhyme from Perquorma to Hoover
The westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock
(Pump funk fo the people)
Yeah
Come around my way
Come around my way
It's the Big Ill with the Al
(This is for the homies)
[ VERSE 1: Al Skratch
be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
After Mc`s smoke me take a toke
I`ll fuck your career like the cast on different Strokes
No joke..I see
to them people walkin, by
The feel is real and ain't nobody fake
So go acapella while my man flips the, tape
I close my eyes and think for a while
Money
but the be in me'll never go away
I'll stow away on a ship, I'll seal my lips ? and escape
You know- I create funk flow
'Cause I'm not caught up, I
I get it, gucci new fitteds
Deputy Diggum Dan, give em the business
Ha, dont fake the funk you know we get it girl
KC they know the camped all across
the scene
I feel no funk
But feel the bass
They bumpin' some of that
Northern Cali type a shit
Cold World Hustlers
Mac Dre and Brotha Lynch
I'm catchin'
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