Lyrics:
skill
Add a little, dirt diggity no draft
Came up last, while flying first class
Add a little grease, and let it slide
I'm a dirty wop, homie I can't lie
Teri Teri
Here she comes
Come runnin´ to ya
Here she comes
On the one
Got all of her friends by her side
This is gonna be a special ride
the funk
If you wanna light up you know we don't give a fuck
Throw ya dubs up don't wanna hear no bitching
We do it for the cheese we do it for the vision
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
is my intention
Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
Ain't no tension
If I forgot to mention
I rock rhymes over beats for salary
the Doitall's crazy
No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happening
Now January 14th has birthed the funk
shoot your gun.
Knock them motherfuckers down one by one.
Money on up. It's in your face.
Gimme no lip or get your fate back here. Ooh. Got it
a smile
Ahead of these suckers by miles
I told you from jump that that sucker shit wasn't allowed (not allowed)
Everywhere I go turn into Vegas
Now it's
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Funk back
When you hear the spell
By your ear is gonna take your all brain cells
By tears of atomic berberage
And becoming Superman
But my glasses are
winnies
Everybody in the clubs' lookin' unsteady
I'm so ready, funk energy i got plenty'
It's all love, big hugs, with no grudge
I got spunk no small
you music to get your shit together by
Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe,
pick up my feet
I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets"
And I want love
Get some funk and get some fun
Punks like fun
Punks like
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
zone
Of a zero funkativity marble
Never heard no funk like this
Never heard no funk like this
Never heard no funk like this
You bring me to life
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Can you funk with it?
Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
he's better than his prior
Music is no liar, we get it through a wire
Sometimes sung by a choir, or any other music supplier
Listen, music lover, you
worse by bad habits
He had a good thing and he made some bad happen quick
Big city but I go to the woods
I been swimming in whatever I could
I'm gonna be
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