Lyrics:
FUNK ON THE STREETS
VERSE 1
Hey Doctor Doctor, can you tell me what's wrong with me?
There's a new band here in town and I just can't seem to stop
Oh oh you in trouble
对，你有麻烦了
Pull up by your block see me in the block trouble
我来到你的地盘，看到我的车你就该滚开
Oh oh you in trouble
对，你有麻烦了
Pull up by your block
skills to chill that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
Model H 3 oh see plus another thousand
Kickin
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
im like artillery by fire
its a hazard he wired
or like you
walking with ya flashlight in the daytime
get higher
id rather stay at home
to the extreme, show my, broadest and realest
You know me to get the illest, now, can you feel it?
Dope, gangsta FunkDoobie, all in my trunk, every
Time you see
featuring see Murder
Verse 1 (C Murder)
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
slice is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name of DJ Polo, see...
[Repeat: x4]
I supply the data,
Ladies move your junk and grab yourself a hunk
Get a little busy and go a little dizzy
If y'all can feel the funk
What's that in your trunk, battle
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
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
qu'j't'intéressé
Tu m'parles de Guylaine Tremblay
C'est notre actrice préférée
(Comme le Québec en entier finalement)
(J't'ai tu dit j'fais d'l'impro "by the way")
quiere mujere? Tell me what you want
But before I could blow a line
Baby lit up the Brand New Funk
Now, now, now, if you bump me by accident
You know
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
girl watch she enjoy it
Even though she make it hard for me to see you
Knowing that I need you
Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair
of a mademoiselle
All my thoughts, to be swept away
By a flash and a crash and a bitter taste
No funk, no titties, no birds anymore
What's left is a dumb grimace
on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I look at all the young hoes
Come on
Come on
[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T
O.G. M.C.
L.A.P.D.
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by.
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby,
[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
you like this funk, Then put yo name on it
It's like buzzards when it stunk they get all up on it
And we bringin it here, the purpose is clear
Slap that
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