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Rolling down the road
Going no where
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my

Ladies, let your body flow
Ladies, let your body flow
Ev'ry body, gather 'round now.
We're just chillin', groovin' to the funky sound.
We don't need no

soul
Plant a seed 
Let it grow
flowa break control
Cause the funk is what I sown 
Put my cool on till I'm froze
We ain't cool thats how it goes
Got

in prison
No feelings attached, just speaking matter of fact
I love all the races, but I'm still black
I got bounding paces, Ima leap that
Just another

Soon you'll be on your way
First I decree set yourself free, get naked and get FUNK-AY!"

The music blasted loud
No trace of clothes around
I stood there

head

Mind funk time shrunk sleep away my daylight 
Provided with seconds I find a way not to waste mine 
Make rhymes late night wide awake write save

And you niggas are as salty as cholesterol mecos
And I don't text back it's 'cause I'm maccing
I mean, who doesn't like fucking?
There is no such Rap king

We grew up porch side
Talking that country grammar
Naughty by our nature
Knuckleheads turned to happy campers
Spent summer days
Chasing after them

the physical's mental
But the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual
To set it one time on the physical

I get physical, I get

Oh I can tell by your vibe
I can see in your eyes that you don't like
Uhh
Intuition don't lie
Don't pretend ya friend when I'm on in the spotlight

want to cram my dick
Into her dirty fuck bucket of an asshole
I can smell the funk ooze from her pussy

When Glen was M.I.A, I figured that I would pay

pet came fetchin
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!)
CL and double-X-L ring a bell
Supplied by the inside, never been a shell

Still just happy to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it

[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double

funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris 
See, I ain't into the game 
I'm true to the gang 
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing 
Cause

to anyone
Who is affected by a funky groove
I'll tell you now, you're gonna feel it
No matter what you do, oh

So let me hear you say yeah, I like it
Say

to heaven
This is what I’ll hear
Beatles, Joni, Zeppelin
And Paul Simon in my ear
Of course I’ll need my Billy Joel
Prince’s funk and Stevie’s soul
The Good

All the consumers
Of the usual sounds
Hypnotized
By the Radio Devil
Look how they
Follow his lead
Always staying
On the same level
But oh
Satan

Let's move to France no looking back
Watching you dance yah
Try something new, me and my boo
We're overdue yah
Let me pursue while I review
You're every

have a mom's grace
Breath to me, brother, I wanna see your face
How deep can you go, I don't need to know
Just go step by step on a life's chainsaw
You

dick in her legs 
And told her go fix me some eggs 
I gotta get to the bread 
Count up my paper and I'm out the doh 
Ain't no time sitting around

Racin’
Cool peoples
Ain’t gon’ come cross ya’ type again
So I might as well
Make the most of it
New peoples
Hard to come across
Or adapt to the funk so I

Kings
Still me
I'm still man 
I'm not you 
Judge by race
Discriminate
Play the snake
Smile and fake the funk 
Shaking hands 
Giving hugs
Planting drugs

peaches in grandmothers mason jars.
When opened, history, pours out.
Some of us hide our codes inside our locs
Every 25 hours
No longer  confined to hands

Verse 1
Removing my system profane and corporate
Funk legislation information tactic elactic Asian 
Sport Chanel fragrance mad smoke roll like pipes