Lyrics:
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this.
(Black C)
This some shit you can't fuck with out the funk lab
We got some game for you niggaz
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
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
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
I'm
Confident that we handled funk like mothafuckin g's so all you bitches and
Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches it's vicious for some
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we
yo hands in the air 'cause we back again
With Hershey L-O double see doe, funk by the kilo
And we know, how to keep it on the G Low
Incognito,
what fills my cup up
Any negative vibes (Click clack) Shut the fuck up
Snoop Dogg, Warren G. You can't forget The Dove Shack
Summertime in the LBC, you
won't fry, cause we don't lie
We ain't change funk flow still same
Beats still knockin', we still rockin'
Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin'
Lil'
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
And I'm rollin wit a gang
And I'm rollin wit a gang
Yes, I'm rollin wit a gang
Rollin wit a gang
The D-O-V-E pro shack is in the house wit
was when I came up
And now I talk about it
L-B-C city of music
G-funk you tell me
We do's it
dusty and horrid
an ominous shack in the black of the forest
torture and horror we'll surely endure
this shit don't look like the picture from
to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we
it's enough for everybody
Check it, a hum dullah don't deserve to be a star
DoItAll, Lord Jazz, Funk Man, yo who we are Lords
Immaculate, push
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
hearin' you
(We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy)
(As we proceed)
(We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy)
So take heed
As the sun goes down and the fiends start rising
My lean kicks in and my g's start riding
These days I'm dolo hard as a diamond
Addicted to crime,
teases
Mark this down as I state it...
I like my funk concentrated
The pop seem, hmmm, a little overrated
U sure can tell where we're steppin'
there's some
Con la forty al cinturón toda mi ganga al partyson
no no pares de moverlo mamá
todos mis g's con alcohol y funk
Heey!
Con alcohol y funk
Hey!
Con
niggas
We are capital G
Fresh from the T to the D still
Bringing this funk to the beat
Freestyles coasting a fee, nigga
We playing for keeps
Aw beep beep
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