Lyrics:
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
that the funk would never stray
I gotta keep the funk movin' on and on
I'm Precious Funk, on your microphone!
Here comes the bride
Dr. Funken, with
to the stars, not satisfied by the moon
I'll be out of service soon, no more data its overdue
And I'm hoping you follow suit, be a student explore the truth
It is
grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
Hit the corner, burnin' rubber like a stunt driver
Burning marijuana, bitch, I'm a bit liver
Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check
Killed
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
I been tha leader (Weenie)
I been succeeder, Ya shawty wanna suck tha seed or
Feel my peener, big-big weener,
She can tell by my demeanor (Oo)
You
a love song
Makin' love to this pack of bones
cnd this microphone
cnd this microphone
Cuz i'd rather be alone than miserable
Rather be alone than
priest solid gold diamond fang teeth
With the high tech brief around your neck
I still breach your skin girlfriend
Let me enter your zone
Microphones get
God blesses the child that can hold its own
My only weapon now
Is the microphone
Manifesting a style
While providing you poems
Pumping mental muscle
me.
Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through
I'm writing for the people, bite it if you need to
I can see through and see
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
to Snoop murder was the case
Sleeping on Chuke and I'm kicking in ya face
Got a lot of bars I'm supplying by the case
And I won't stop hitting till I
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
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