Lyrics:
thing I guarantee
You can catch me by the corner store sellin' fat-ass bags of weed
Not because I think it's cool or because I think it's neat
It boils
wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin' basically the richest nigga for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it's bananas shit
We ain't havin' this, I
never been open
She asks him would you mind helping me start a fire
Christmas Eve in Atlantic City
Everybody's bettin' on a miracle tonight
Bells are
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
wanna play for you
Created by Funk-A-Tech Incorporated,
Makers of funky things to play with.
Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
live for the funk, make the trunk jump
Get the gun, let the fun run, say whats up
Say I live for the funk, die by the drum
Say I live for the funk, die
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
Under the tree
All through New Year's Eve
I wanna see
Your pretty smile
Bright as Christmas day
I wanna be
With you a while
By the fireplace
Next to me
she fell from virgin to a whore;
The mother of all creation was damned forevermore . . .
So, EVE, sing your song to me
Help me fathom this
eyes
TopOff so damn holy man I might get canonized
Or maybe get hung by some racist white guys
Black boy alien they treat me like a Martian
I will not be
mine
Cause I don't know what it is you make me shy
In my mind we kissed a million times
A million times
And when it's Christmas Eve
Dreaming of somebody
thought you'd stick by me 'til the end of the line
4 3 2
I thought it'd always be me and you
'Cause on Christmas Eve we went caroling
Your stomach hurt
That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is
(You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo)
Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah)
(Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)
skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
On a mission trying to find Mr.
crunk)
We got the funk (we got the funk)
That's in my trunk (that's in my trunk)
I'm a dirty south nigga, bitch I'm all about the cash (cash)
Bands
is to make life funny
Word to this dummy remain in front of me
Hug me love me, I'll give love back, trust me
Homie, this Funk is from me
Leave all your
farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man.
I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit
something in this candy cause my mind begins to tweak
But it doesn't bother me because tonight is Hallows' Eve
Hallows' Eve, Hallows' Eve
It's eerie and I
the funk
Or stay the funk up out my house
Oh I Love her lady lumps
She all I want I need her now
Know she stand out in the crowd
Got me feelin Oscar Proud
asthma
They attackin' me, they slowin' they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
Followed by the things you do
They won't hurt me, no
They won't hurt me anymore
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
the fruit from Eve
Eve said no, the serpent went and gave it me
Serpent said I'll take the blame, it was my territory
But you'll see, why are you hanging out
cómo fue
No sé qué pasó
Creo que
Me invadió el Sexy Funk
Sexy Funk
Sexy Funk
Come on
Today i feel like i can dance around the place
With
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