Lyrics:
of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot
Hop
From where you'd least expect it
Arrested Development lead by Speech
Emerged from the cloud of dirt
On a Georgia dust track
With some southern fried
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
Funk lá no morro da Mangueira
Essa menina 'tá dizendo sim eu sei
Noite bamba tudo a beça
Baião na rampa do Cruzeiro
Essa menina 'tá dizendo
Funk lá no morro da Mangueira
Essa menina 'tá dizendo sim eu sei
Noite bamba tudo a beça
Baião na rampa do Cruzeiro
Essa menina 'tá dizendo
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
• Krizzz
01 - Intro (voice by Julia Marks)
02 - Porn Kings - Up To No Good
03 - Xirallic - Breakin Beat (cequo Remix)
04 - K Deejays - Your Face
see he went from Willie to Louie
Now he really loose with it
Gon Help him sing it to the end
Psychedelic New Age Soul Funk Hippie
Paint me by
we bump and do the glide
To the futuristic funk with the groove inside
Guided by the devastating mic finesse
And the truest test, who will do it best
to the funk 'cuz the funk is it
Seein' Shortie on the floor tryin' to show the skirt
I wanna, run up on her and push up on her and
Kick some Willie Bobo and let
give to me
Let me be the one
And I’ll back it with promises
Won’t be no hit and run
If I strap you down w harnesses
Makin the ground shake
Whipping
If it wasn't for Mary id prolly have a job by now
Getting more apparent times is hard right now
And I can't keep up with your expenses
Every time you
my waist so you know what I'm toting
I don't need no gang boy I slide by my lonesome
I slide on anybody, give a fuck who it is
I'm only tripping about
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
to the funk
'cause the funk is it
seein shortie on the floor
tryin to show the skirt
I want to, run up on her and...
push up on her and..
kick some Willie
there is no tomorrow
You’ll probably be surprised and you think that we are too young to drive
Nobody’s gonna stop us
We’ll take you by the hand and lead
the whole atmosphere changed ("What the fuck?")
rrarahrhagharhar rharhagahgahrahgh
I was surrounded by some Martians in the hut about to front
I
treats can hit the fridge for more sweet
SPLASH, and let me do my thing til it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready
the bill
(chorus)
(verse 2)
Now wait a minute, hold up, you still want to test me
I'm spraying out lyrics like water from a jet-ski
Oh no! You're still not
home again
And we ain't tryin' to kill each other cause brother we all in
Beautiful black women give 'em much respect
And ain't no funk 'tween
Hootie Hoo
Follow the funk from the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like that
Going out to the Jeeps
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put
Nefrettiti's in the house
And she finna kick it like this
Come on now
Come on
[ verse 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my
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