Lyrics:
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
the scriptures
And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a Ph.D med
Legalize and I'll
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
to run when my dog's on the prow
Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in
I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't
that only money could bring
I could tell that she, by the look in her eyes
Would do anything, to get that life
Didn't talk down to her, didn't make
it up
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up
By now you want to know
What hits you
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
freak the funk
All right, freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
I want the farmer man. Farmer man
I want
anesthetic
Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell
'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell
That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent
You'll
the best
And if you want if funky, we're the best
For those about to funk with the best
And if you want if funky, we're the best
It's the time for
to act
But there's a thing that you're missing
That you can't even buy
When it comes to love you even hit it by keep it
Just silly did it dump did it
you let me physically eat it, it only get (burps)
Yo, don't race, you will lose
I'm stronger than booze Don't eat the food
Ahh, if you really want
you party shakers
It's time to line up for the side by side
Buba say, say, say, say, say, say
You want to get down baby
Till you get down baby with
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never
niggas keep talkin'
All you high paid niggas stay fly
I'ma slide left, fly right on by
I'ma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed with
make
Through manipulation is the move I
Choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it
successful.
And it's by all means impossible to accomplish any goals.
[Lady TRU]
They say I'm hopeless
[Sons of Funk]
They say I'm hopeless, hopeless,
the summer. It's hot as funk in here... Funkin' in the summer.
Whooh girl...is that a/c on? What's it set at? 83? Turn that fan on or something...
Startin'...
and watch how the earth crack
You funk around, you lay around, that's how it goes
And I suppose MC's still want to try me
King of the mountain is a hard
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
It's Mr. Womp Womp
Grenades and pistols in the trunk trunk
Watch whatcha whatcha want cause I can bring the funk funk
Back with a hump
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