Lyrics:
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget umm CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
barrio
Niggas talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nothin'
If I ain't blazin' somethin' with the MAC
I'm in the shack, bakin' muffins
Fake
no-man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake
You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
purpose
From how we do slam a few, then you want to purchase
A dialogue of funk, you love to pop it in your trunk
I win, more disciplined than a Show-lin
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there, Dogg
What, yeah, huh
Get yours, get
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
[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
We finna get to bumping
The sun is out
Above the clouds
Let's get this party jumping
Bouncing to the rhythm
The G-Funk setting the mood
The ladies
the dark
When I check for the Heartz of
Men what do we find?
Niggas watching for my pockets
Planning plots on mine am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
a fifth we all be drunk... nigga don't, put no
yayo in my
blunt. I just, want to bring the funk like a puma.. yo wannabe niggas is
fired or be
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
it's you (uh huh)
Back on track as we roll like a 7-8 coupe
De Ville, you chill on the funk 'cause
Guess what? (What up?) we still loccin' up
So those
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
[Puff Daddy]
Oh shit (what's that man)
I don't know kid, I think it's a party going on
Oh it's the remix
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
life, live
Come 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
to, cho!
Aiyyo! beboy stance in di dance so we say
Mr. Kardinal dun know don't play
Haffi buss a nut every ass gon' day
Don't mix up wid no
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
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