Lyrics:
can show u nigga
Pull up wit the funk ain't no fakin nigga
The squad ain't a game it ain't no playn nigga
Tell the dj turn it to the max
Pocket full
affection for that woman that stay with me
You supposed to be my homie, why you fuckin' and fakin'?
And then I gotta hear from someone else
You selfish man
Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin dead
Pump his ass with lead
Never fakin moves, motherfucker run the jewels
Buckwild, blowin niggas
fakin them domes
Breakin' and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes
Ridin' on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just
the seasoning paprika
Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer
Dribble up the funk in the beaker
And, yes, about to say ?speaker'
It leaks in your ears
to read his latest poem for us
Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?"
Government officials put taps on my mobile phones
Nations
His heart is cold as a sleestak
If it ain't financial
Funk the feedback
On God he on guard
Whether dap or nod
He another rapper scarred
Shards like
Keith is on the stereo, grand imperial
Funk material, take you to the burial
Keith is wheelin, what more can I do?
Booin your crew off the stage and find
Best actors win Academy Awards for fantastic fakin
I'm spitting solid, you Hollow Man Kevin Bacon
I'ma quake the earth up, making your zone shake
got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in
girls who bore me
Throw the booth hit the matress, nigga you lack this
Fakin jacks like an actress
The more the time orgy, the more the rhyme'll be
your mouth, yeah I expect them,
To be juggle, jiggle, wiggle, and shakin',
Ain't no fakin', 'cause I'm down for pussy dickin'.
Got my dick in yo'
got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in
and puttin up another mean fight
Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror
True to the game, fakin never
You know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll
resist that we the best at... what we do
when ya'll are just decoration for the recreation
fakin MC's with blatent disregard for making the bump
my
pass out I can not waste not a penny came from the sandlot yeen 100 yeen even 50 they just be fakin like they just be wit me yea I makin just drown just
one
So why I'm sitting up here frontin' and fakin
like I'm this perfect dude
So I can say I'm a Christian
When all them Christians ain't nobody perfect
Fakin make believe you liked shoveling shit
Sittin for the stand up at this comedy bit fit
For a queen and king to have a dash of the deep shit
Thrashin'
never done it
I dont talk about the streets bad I'm a product of it (Nino)
If I can help you out that funk, trust you got it comin'
(You got it comin')
I
a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin
You
Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing
Funkin em up, come on to the right
I'm funkin em up, come on to the left
The Uptown Connect gonna funk you
Keith is on the stereo, grand imperial
Funk material, take you to the burial
Keith is wheelin, what more can I do?
Booin your crew off the stage and find
I'm finna put this bitch in my trunk
Hoe get on in don't make no noise
You betta not fuck wit my funk
ain't got no job I'm down to rob
ain't barrin no
the ?marks? baby
Even when I was small I still get crazy hard like a 380
And I hate these fakin MC's
Please
Flee before your temperature drop more degrees
Than
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