Lyrics:
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
watching me
Beat, beat, beat, beat it to the, my, my, my, Master one
It's the F u n k a s a u r u s, with the daily dose of funk, we coming at you like we
the G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school
I'm the principal and knowledge is
Ah yeah! feel the funk bay-be!
That’s right, this is called the basement!
And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this
From the heights, not
Just let me bump it
About to move the crowd til they crown me
Grindin with a wise gene in my spine g
It gets foggy to the arctic when we light it
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
motherfucker and
It be's like that (Shorty, c'mon)
G-Funk with that Go Go
Hit the floor, you know what you've got to do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Sing it,
funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's
round fool
The choice of the g-funk generation that is
A group of domination so
Fifth year I never neglect
The boyz who branch here triple x
to, cho!
Aiyyo! beboy stance in di dance so we say
Mr. Kardinal dun know don't play
Haffi buss a nut every ass gon' day
Don't mix up wid no
the funk
If you wanna light up you know we don't give a fuck
Throw ya dubs up don't wanna hear no bitching
We do it for the cheese we do it for the vision
In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La
Soul is so violent
And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen
But I would've loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit would've been incredible
[Big Pun talking]
Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
everybody respect the G-Funk click
We be havin' fun, no one could do the things that we do
We be havin' fun, no one could do the things that we do
can get it for the low like a Ralph Lauren sweater
I got the g you got the funk
Pass me the weed I'll roll the blunt
What do you need I got the stuff
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
be
"Shorty BIT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip
So call Crucial Conflict and let's make us some bomb shit
Look at me on the M-I-C
Tryin'
Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
it 'Naughty By Nature'
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up
Yeah, Funk Doctor, represent one time
For all the blunt
older
As the world turns and gets colder
Laid back I shot me sumpin', Perfec from dynamic, banging G-Funk
Now I blew from the East to the West
Word
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
Discuss these we funk the g funk by the dove shack Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In