Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
time, in your mind you see
You gotta boogie to your best ability
You gotta funk it up until it knocks you down
And when you've funked enough, make sure
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
on Windows98 on a dusty keyboard
Trust me,I don't rap to get to the fucking billboard
I hear a lot of music grand funk railroad
I respect Eminem cause he's
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Ó, Gabriella
Hol jársz, Gabriella
Miről énekel a Grand Funk Railroad
Hol jársz, Gabriella
Hova tűntek el
mets-moé don' ça un peu trop fort
Mets-moi don' un bon microsillon
De Pinefloye
De Crimson (Crimson King)
Mets-moi les Who (Who's Next)
Grand Funk Railroad
me
Even when they nagging at me
Now I gots fans to back me
They been waiting on the grand finale
Me, I'm just living my word, smoking the funk
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Úgy bántott, hogy nem jöttél el
Ó, Gabriella
Hol jársz, Gabriella
Miről énekel a Grand Funk Railroad
Hol jársz, Gabriella
Hova tűntek el
Berlin Praga nie Warszawa to Wrocław
Four Seven One stolica z dolnego Śląska
Życie nie łatwe trzeba temu sprostać
Lecz są możliwości nawet by zacząć od
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
sessions
We name
Field hollers
Spirituals
The underground railroad
The blues
Jazz
Church
Dance
The chitlin' circuit
Prayer circles
Funk
Hip-hop
Holy ghosts
the percussion
Blast you fast there go production
Trust, took my top hat off by all means
Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens
My stage persona,
The Novatron spectacular
Aww yea you motherfuckers
It's about that time
It's about that time you got hit by the Digolotus funk machine
Funk patrol
a banger
Leave it at the door down by the coat hanger
Do me a favor, shut up and listen
Relish in the music as we locate our mission
Found Scorpius to align
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
you with me where you at? Ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
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