Lyrics:
Finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?
I
When I'm lookin' at the way you be shakin? yo rump
Be makin? me wanna *** you for fakin? the funk
And when yo? little gangsta *** mode take place
Make
through
I say bounce, rock, never fakin'
Dago funk slap got the city shakin'
Southern california playerlystic-ism
We got the gangster rhythm we got the funk
seein' more demons than Gene Simmons
And mean fibbin' actors be adlibbin'
Fakin' the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm
Some of us act like they
player
You steady be fakin' in shit, you steady be hatin' on the nigga
You steady be fakin' the funk like you don't know that I'm the nigga
Get your mind
come on
Hey yo, niggas start thumpin'
I'm breaking it up
Big mouths on the side instigating it up
Big Psych never ever ever fakin' the funk
An yo it's
jack the body
Them niggas fakin' the funk, huh
I post what I like and I say what I want
I'm smokin' on opps, I don't play with no blunts
I send 'em
Muh'fucka fakin' the funk, and then a nigga get jumped on
And they don't know where it come from
Bet they do, punk-ass tell the truth
Petey done what he said
You should've got extra wet, uh
I'm still with my dogs like a vet, uh
Your niggas, they fakin' the funk
Look, I come with the funk I'm the shit fam
I
You should've got extra wet, uh
I'm still with my dogs like a vet, uh
Your niggas, they fakin' the funk
Look, I come with the funk I'm the shit fam
I
You should've got extra wet, uh
I'm still with my dogs like a vet, uh
Your niggas, they fakin' the funk
Look, I come with the funk I'm the shit fam
I
ain't shit
Fakin the funk like silicon tits
Left on a level of a skill
or jack the imposer like the Buffalo Bills
They come close but can't win
or do
greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah
Till I die
Real niggas on the block is how we keep it
Never fakin' the funk
4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga
Till the day we die, fool
Geah
Compton, nigga
Geah
won't let nobody own me
Y'all niggas know my nickname
Like Birdman knows Rich Gang
I'm making the funk like Rick James
You're fakin' the funk like
cause Sodom I can feel it in your aura
Smell it in your scent, fo you walk through the door
Actin ShoNuff, when you really for sure
Fakin' the F-U-N-K for
of punks
But these mother fuckin' faggots ain't about it they just fakin' the funk
Like a zip would count as weight in the trunk
I be workin hard
No sick
fakin' the funk
Just a gaggle of punks
I don't make this shit up
So make no mistake when the vibe I serve you is blatant as fuck
It's all love till it's
explodin'
My bitch bad like she kuromi
Fuck all these rappers
Be fakin' the funk
Swerve in that coup w the bass
Let it thump
Servin' that white girl and
She
of cats fakin' the funk I can smell it
All those plays that I dealt with
Putting pieces together, I welded
All those trips of Gold Caps I departed
Made me
never play silly
Cheese with my steak like they do it in Philly
Big on the net
But you ain't with the plots
Fakin' the funk with yo ops
Talkin' that
many rappers talkin' 'bout now
They the best at while KRS-One is at levels
They'll never get at beat bitin'
Fakin' the funk - dudes respect that?
All
from the jail phone
Niggas fakin' the funk, like they live that
Niggas cappin' on work like they did that
That fuck nigga move wrong, he get shit splatt
the door, I tell you I'm comin
I ain't tryin' hear whenever you stuntin
Came with a zip and I'm cuttin' the onion
Fakin' the funk, you already done it
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