Lyrics:
celebrity face let's go!
Always around when you call
Always around leave the fun
Turn around shit's enough
Believe me 'dey won't get funk
C'mon I got
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
Brega Funk Do Netuno
by João Brasil
Brega Funk Do Netuno
3X
(Refrão)
Netuno veio da praia, zueiro, sem medo,
pra cima das minas do bar
Pé na
wanna play for you
Created by Funk-A-Tech Incorporated,
Makers of funky things to play with.
Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
religion
Gotta feel that rhythm
You know I'm on a mission
No more tradition
This funk is my religion
No competition
You know we dropping wisdom
By
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
that funk
don't play shy, don't expect long good-byes
These are some of the rules that we go by
No demands and forget holding hands
Please, not
the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you
(chorus 3)
Who said that funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
co by nie było
Nigdy nie będzie to eeeeesssaaaa
Essa sound heavy metal funk eyeyeye eyeyeye
Essa sound funk hyhyh heavy metal
To jakbyś balonem przez
I do the Hudson Jeans skinny don't do nothin baggy
Had Grandaddy and 12510 was the baggie
If it's funk we gon tag em but we ain't gone at em
She was
how these fools die (Die die)
Waitin' on school by (By by)
Have you on the news by (By)
Y'all know how the story goes
We give a fuck about award
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs
We're not gonna do it by fighting--Get up! Get down!
Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him
La da dee da dee
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
by now
I mean you gotta know by now)
I don't rock wit you
(Know by now
Why you don't know by now)
Don't mess with
Don't mess up my funk
The funk
Don't
try
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so
[Chorus: x2]
Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's
music will change ya
Our music will change ya
Funk lover soldiers come to ease your mind
Your soul's been drained by the same old lines
We've come
the cake
Shake the fake, while keeping my faith
Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You
your tracks.
The last thing I remember,
I had to get down with that.
I spread the message one by one.
Three-fourths of funk is fun.
Just let loose
funk that can never be faded!
So you can tell by the way I funk my funk
No time for fakes, and no time for punks
Son rolls a thick one, brothers say
many years of funk to you
And y'all still don't know what to do
And if I should die and I'm gone tomorrow
Funk will be in sorrow
Who's gonna take it
I've seen her at the club
Expanding with the funk
She looks so brilliant
She sticks close to her friends
And when the music ends
She is the Indian
I'd
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