Lyrics:
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
'bout a cage 'cause
We blinded by the ice if I ever fall off
Then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice
But the smell's a little off
If
That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is
(You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo)
Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah)
(Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)
When I skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and
Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in Johansen
Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who
SEXY FUNK
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Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
juice
I had the blues but I shook them loose
A jeep is blasting from the urban streets
Loots of funk over hardcore beats
The moon dabbles in
I know what you can do
Let us lay some funk on you
All are present and accounted for
Take roll call, there's a hundred or more
Brothers,
Gettin’ Laid & Gettin’ Paid
& Always Staying Away
From The Rats & The Jake
We Allergic To The Snakes & The Fakes
Stayin’ True To The Rules
Infused By Old
big time respect, from the West to the East
Haps up see, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
Huey and Duey
the speaker
By the speaker 'cause funk not only moves, but funk, can removes
Feel the groove
hands in air
Feel that vibration
I been craving
For the party
Funk starvation
Yeah pull up
To the scene
Fresh so clean
And my ride
Real mean
I'm your
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain't no punk
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
the bass take flight
Tonight we spread the love
Underneath the moonlight
[Verse 2]
Hands in the air
We’re making moments bold (uh-huh!)
Side by side
Stories
By się później z Jacka dogadać słowami
Brakuje Kaczmara z jego komentarzem (Po którym
Nic dodać właściwie nie sposób)
By w kalejdoskopie bieżących
collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never
slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
[Chorus]
(nigga please)
By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back
From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane
You ain't shaggy anymore, DA, I ain't
a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people,
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
Gaspin
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
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