Lyrics:
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
dissertation
Reading of my leaves, born under a bad sign
Several years of luck stagnated by your own time
Looking at mine, what are you playing?
Focus up kid,
say it's true
We all want honest answers, something true, it's nothing new
You're threatened by what you don't understand, and it's time
Give up
strictly fly gear 'cause my style's unique
I'm trespassin'. All the girls heads that I'm gassin'
Fill her up son you'll get tipped for a job well done
I'm
and there is no end
Popped the stage, turn the page
Coming of Isis, Queen Mother Rage
Witness the sex Overseer the X
Verbalizer funk and listen give
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
A drop in the bucket
Or a drop in the sea
You can choose to be empty
Or be lost in the free
Be solo in glee
Or alone with your would be
You won't
you once before its the mad punk
Kicking rough stuff, quick dunk
Nigga back the funk up yeah
Give a nigga room yeah
Give a nigga space
Throw your
It's hard to watch the past drizzling past
It's hard to watch them picking the cast
And it stacks up badly that it never makes sense
You sense that
up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got
walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh,
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
chocolate nights and gingerbread houses
Ice skating rinks and Hallmark, we're locked in
Tryna be snuggled up here with you by the fireplace
Each year when
you always told me that you
would always be by my side
you always fucked me up
with your dirty lies
(refrão)
I didn't stop loving you
I had
changed
[Redman]
Yo yo get the fuck up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya
that don't really teach
I give a fuck about a motherfuckin college degree, beeotch!
You think I want to get cha?
Take you to the motel, and straight
Sunshine days, sunshine days
Sunshine days oh! sunshine days
Sunshine days, sunshine days)
I look up the sky
Can see you wavin' on the other side
Baby give
never ever give up hope
With hindsight we predict the past
It's over like a spark
We squint to see in daylight
But it flashes in the dark
Still looking
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
child
(Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)
[Doitall]
Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry
up, that funk was wil-din-on-the...
CHORUS
Funk! Funk on the streets
Funk is in you, funk is in me
Don't need to think
Move 'til you set yourself free
Stiffler
Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue
Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two"
I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe
So I'm
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