Lyrics:
ass homeboys too
Yeah
Nineteen ninety-one
Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin' by the wayside
We put a team together and came
the people having fun, dancing all around the sun
Appreciation, for our funk donation
The roof is set on fire, my music messiah
The mood is getting higher,
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yeah, just hit me
It's time to chase your
Trochę tu duszno
Chyba już czas otworzyć okno na świat
Nam zrobiło się nudno
Zbyt długo czekaliśmy na funk
Trochę tu duszno
Chyba już czas otworzyć
my nigga DJ Quik brought this beat funk music
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
All my nigga's makin'
live for the funk, make the trunk jump
Get the gun, let the fun run, say whats up
Say I live for the funk, die by the drum
Say I live for the funk, die
was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank, minding my own,
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
When all
in here
Oh, and here's your guy's vacation spot right here
Step right in
By myself?
Ah, don't worry about it
We always keep chains on these
you're not spamming my chat by now
I might have to ask my admin to kick you out
Don't come back to my broadcast because you're just another one of those
of rock is who I am
Raw, we are, by law
First one rockin these Adidas why'all saw
Jumped on tour way back in eighty-four
Jay, Run, D. Mac smack back up
Freak of nature, with jaw dropping skill
From the low rhythmic bass lines to the harmonic fills
New Age Funk on acoustic guitar
Always wanted
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
better than a life under a spell
Some sing songs of Churchill and some of Errol Flynn
Verses for Albert Jacka and Charles Kingford Smith
But none of them
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
He laid on his back,
His firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound
Just
You're being honored by the society magazine
Blind drunk
Getting down to all that Uptown Funk
It's so perfect it's cliche
A luxury window display
fences lower defenses go on offensive (Attacka tacka tacka tacka)
Dirty dog by god by bog long schlong my mind is clogged (Waggah waggah waggah waggah)
This funk is choking up my car (again)
'Round anew sure as noon
Nothing I do matters by and by
It's hard to see through burnt out eyes
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
know some of y'all a little like me
A little down home, a little Cardi B
A little messed up, but we all need saving
If you keep a bible by your
One in a million (Funk for you baby) (Listen it drives you wild)
I'm one in a mil and from the Vernonville
I work it out and wait to get curled
I'm
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
jakieś słowo
Nie godząc się z tym wybiegam by Ciebie chwycić
Lecz na twej twarzy już są te ślady goryczy
Chowasz głowę w kołnierz bym nie widział jak
I am intoxicated by apple fragranted breath is why beats of my heart skips for smooth scarlett ribbion like lips darling sweetheart I sold my soul
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