Lyrics:
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
baby rockin with the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'
Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums
Please, my whole crew's makin'
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
Dumpin' out concrete hits like cement dumpers
[Chorus x2]
Rock hard hard rock
Bombard your whole block
Reinforce my fleet, the funk is non-stop
comprehend like thumpers
[Chorus x2]
Rock hard, hard rock
Bombard your whole block
Reinforce my fleet, the funk is non-stop
Dance stars dance hard,
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
down down down
(All I need is just a mic and a track)
Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop
My crew be
the light
I step up to my crew and sing what's new kids
yo check it out
(Zebulon:)
On the trumpet
(Mac Maestro:)
I bring the Blue Monk into the Blue Funk
honey while I scoop her
The Superfly, Jimmy Fly Snuka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you, who?
(Ah yo)
bounce to this
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
honey while I scoop her
The Superfly, Jimmy Fly Snuka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you, who?
(Ah yo)
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
life to forget it
Crew said they would die 'fore I get it
Two times my lips lied so you bit it
Wait, the world is so big, fantastic
I can't stretch
hitting
So hard like a drum
I'm getting drunk
The crew in the room
Yeah we party it's fun
Feeling the funk
The end of the night
Man we feeling so numb
I'm
shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, so I'ma take it to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if the world stops, we
living up in Hell's shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, so I'ma take it to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
[Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin
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