Lyrics:
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers,
[Polo: Yo yo that look like G Rap over there?
Marley: Yo that is
P: Funky! That's him in his new Alfa Romeo
M: Yo that is real real fonkee, yo yo
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block
And watch ya body drop the ya album straight flopped, Fool, Fool
Trick runner, beware of hammer
The funky headhunter
lifters
I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her
Universal God, I stay scientific
The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted
Stay Asiatic, so
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
somethin' made for the station
For a whole new relation (yeah)
Ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Chi-town with the funky sound, soul by the pound
Just get on down with the w-w-woo! w-w-whoa!
Say sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
and
listen.
[Playa Hamm] (DJ Quik)
So is it my turn again? (Yeah nigga it's yours)
Oh I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? (Of course)
Well count down
the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin' food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes
somethin' made for the station
For a whole new relation (yeah)
Ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
little kids rockin' on the
Mic with pure terror
Whatever happened to the nameplates
Of funky fresh era?
Then I see Run-DMC comin' back
Old school MCs
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
[Fat girl!]
[You're a fat girl]
[Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat
[Fat girl!]
[You're a fat girl]
[Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat
Where fake niggas don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
a crazy whiff
Of the dragon
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right
up till the sunny
I got packs they smellin funky
Yea
Old school serve my junkie
Round up my licks i got my dummies
Re up i got the new pack comin
I
my God, that's the funky shit
So I'm going to pass the mic and 'cause a panic
The original nasal kid is doing damage
Every morning I took the train
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
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