Lyrics:
to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain
the topic at hand instead of dismantling
The tragedy
I'm bringing to all of you is a masterpiece
The body that I own is affected by what I know
I got
the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
something sweet and she gon' lick me later, guy
Hello to my hater guy, how you doing sir
I know you got mean words
But keep them to yourself unless those
Hit me, baby (that's right)
Hurt me, baby (that's right)
That-that-that funk
That-that-that-that-
That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
beef like a double pounder wit cheese/
The chief of getting the green/
I got a cash machine/
Which gives me time to get in between/
You can't hang wit my
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
got a crash dummy or a body double
You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you
Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you
The most notorious
open
Loading up the big truck, we the ones wbo bought the coffins
Rollin sticky, big blunts, puffin grunts it got me coughin
Fifty pills stuffed in
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I'mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
got shot by they own
AI cross got 'em shook, huh (AI cross got 'em shook)
Workin' out with the big dogs
With the weight, now watch me cook, huh
Top
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to flow to everyone and not for fun
come on now Im on its real and Ima tell you how I feel
Everyone of you punk mothafuckas see us as fake
thats a big
when you're
Hearing 2Pac verse he wrote
Those lyrics without
Any music notorious BIG was more
Melody-driven I'm sure he wrote his
Shit without a pen
Got funny n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em
[Verse 15: Daz]
Draped in blue the notorious gangsta crew
RIP for n*ggas who don't stay true
Deep
My OG told me that it's lonely at the top
But legends never die, I'm Kobe with the shot
You'd think by how I flow, that I'm breathing better air
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
that thang on my hip
like Mike Will, I got the bumperrrr and thaaaa grilll.
Im from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by
Money machine keep runnin'
Keep runnin', keep runnin', keep runnin'
It ain't too much I would do for the money
I'm on the go, road runnin'
I'm
fly a bitch out to Venus
She suck my soul out my penis
I got that funk, yeah, that big cheese
Flexing so hard, do it with ease
Used to be broke, I had
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