Lyrics:
of 14 I was already knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
(Broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
Let's see how your vest look
See if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas
Quick to lick
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
on the low with the funk for your town
Down on the floor now let me see you move
This time tonight now it's time yo groove
Who got the champion sound
motherfuckers
Hi this K Spark from the Al Parks dammmn!
Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another
the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man, my brother...
Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes
Do you wanna see me win?
Then pray for me yeah
Do you wanna see me shine?
Then pray for me cause'
I don't get enough love I feel it slippin' away
I
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
there is a seat reserved for the spirit
Passing through one by one
Riding a torpedo
We wash away into the overflow
Can you see the writing
that was really voodoo
Come see the one at the show of your life
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack
But I
dramamine?
How many times must
I breathe in mould?
How many times must
I fuck around on middle C?
How many times must I be a cameo?
How many times must
You
you look into my eyes
You can see in the disguise
So I'm out here burning red lights till the clouds clear
Yeah feeling my vibe wanna ride near
I've
[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
Dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
To get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh
Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the birth canal
And now I
"You talkin just like a pimp!"
"You see pimpin's big business
and it's been goin on since the beginning of time.
And it's gonna continue
don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo)
See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a bitch at the video
See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot
But you to busy out here lookin' cute tryna take your
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
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
that make it into my music
Without you, I couldn't move it
And of course
It's Local
I left some hoes by the coast and now they washed up
The ones who
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
From my brothers, we come together when others can't
So committed, I see the vision and then we paint
When we finish, we straight diminish all of this
me at all times no wonder I shine
Off the green watch 'em leave fall back abandoned ship
Whole lotta void dying it's sick
See men overboard life's
ni**as gon fake the funk
Some gon take that leap of faith, and some ni**as afraid to jump
You see I, respect the progress of a baby step
Cause we still got
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