Lyrics:
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
Superluminal Universe Glider
When she's on the strip there ain't nothing beside her
When she blows
they're all behind her, she's my Super super
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky
You don't have to stay with me
Confirmations all I need
You don't have to stay with me
Confirmations all I need
In my Super Mario space coupe
Super
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let
the hearts full of fear
'Cause what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless,
[Featuring Biz Markie]
[ Biz Markie ]
Funky, funky
OWWWWW!
One, two doing em all won't do
Got my man Erick Sermon in the house
can't forget my
[ Biz Markie ]
Funky funky
OWWWWW!
One two doing em all wont do
Got my man Erick Sermon in the house
Cant forget my man Keith Murray in
if your down come around check the super rhyme
We don't drop dimes
Come and have a funky time
Well it's the 718 and everything is straight
We live
cause practice makes perfect
Stop burying your lies and bring the truth to the surface
Money is the root to all evil, that cash rule
Will have you out
cause practice makes perfect
Stop burying your lies and bring the truth to the surface
Money is the root to all evil, that cash rule
Will have you out
still hot
And though I got you heated, you are still not
Really no debate if I will pop
Cause I'm guided by I Am, that's a real God
I'm super fly
I'm I'm
wanna play for you
Created by Funk-A-Tech Incorporated,
Makers of funky things to play with.
Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
We
[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
We be leavin' the land, we be leavin' the sky
We be leavin' all bad behind
We be squeakin' on by, we be super fly
We be freakin' out of our minds
Yeah
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
The city shines
A silver street lamp glistens in the snow
Shiver as I'm walking by
Just knowing what I know
I guess this wild wanderlust
Just
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
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