Lyrics:
a stick
Remember steppin with my brothers schemin tryna to get some strips
Tommyboyz is my family we ain't no gang we ain't no a clique
We live by love
snitch, forced me to take a plea about it
Talk shit behind my back, no time to think about it
Ain't no running from the funk, nigga, I gotta go see about
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose
This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
'Cause niggaz don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools
and watch your ass melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop
Hva vil de ha mayne? Mer gangsta shit
Hva kan jeg gi dem? Mer gangsta shit
You can tell by the way that he walks
By the way that he talks this mayne
gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow
live
So nobody droppin' by no need to hide
It's a blessin' in disguise
When it's rainin' outside
And your too high to drive just chill
Hey it's
calm
Cause he gon Funk Flex the record
With explosions
Like Black Tom
Olajuwon ballin is The Dream
Let it be known
I gotta see this journey
sound.
We don't need no special occasion,
so come along it's a celebration.
It's funky.
Yes, yes y'all
Yes, yes y'all
It's so funky
Check it out,
his thang? Who got the funk so stank?
Who you need to thank? Who got a wave ya can't put in a tank?
Who be gettin' bank?
Who be in the negatives still
the revolution against father John Jay
Be donned in Wakanda cosplay
Can P Funk motherships be mass produced like
Honda, Hyundai
Is Elon Musk gone leave all us
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want the record,
legs she like a catcher
I don't feel no pressure
Got her by the waist she let me stretch her
Looking for her soul she said it left her
Ain't no second
I cant believe it
They cant, They cant believe it
Bitches funk-in but they opps
Paying rent with their twat
They ain't bosses, bitch is not
I be
chęć by klanu chamów bronić
I czasem tak mam brak manier dla pań
Ponoszę karę za to prawie na bank
Ta ranem kac ale mam zasadę
Żeby każdego kaca obracać
it made, rockin the place
With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin at collonades
It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again
Because
Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out
Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22, when I
to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his
It's my job to make your ass remember that funk sound
So here's the rundown in one last bar
Then again, I ain't really tryin to run that far. I'm just
Yeah you know how we do it, funk flex, big kap, def jam
The tunnel, ruff ryders, let's go baby
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin
And it's not enough
And it's not enough
And it's not enough
No it's not enough
Yeah it's not enough
No it's not enough
And it's not enough
And it's
And I ain't duckin' when I see you I don't give no fucks
I'm everything that you pretend to be
That's why I'm really your enemy
Can't fake da funk cause
bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie
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