Lyrics:
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now, baby, I'm
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
cheese and to-ma-to (to)
Fuck is that? Especially for niggas that will pay no
Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonder twin
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
on rough poetry
With formality, with no sympathy
I'm on the MC killer streak
Like John Wayne Gacy with the funk
Which is essentional with my recipe
And I'm
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but
the funk U got
I will make oak pristine
Clean it up honey small or large
But extra hard gets extra charge
Put my mop up in your place
Clean this oak like
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
respect
Like no eye contact, pounds with the left
If you get offended, I'm talkin? to you
Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you
You done did it,
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
forgetting
To live inside the moment, with these beautiful women
They all up on me, I just don't see
Cause I'm blinded by, all these different things on my
and then pass it
I'd like to take this time to
Say peace to the masses
We kicks the shit to put
The rump in your trunk, 'cause
We got the funk we got it
We
suckas pretend to be
Get offended by me they depend on my energy
That's a penalty nigga
Finna be remedied the epitome of an enemy
In a minute we cut
the whole night away
Hey we gonna celebrate yeah, yeah, yeah
Show me your bad side girl let’s funk around
Move to the inside now baby let me break it
night away
Hey we gonna celebrate yeah, yeah, yeah
Show me your bad side girl let’s funk around
Move to the inside now baby let me break it down
It’s
hooray for N-E-be , no that's not me,
Oh, 'cause I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with Warren G
Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five footin till
captivated by the funky sounds
Now back up back up 'cause this shorty here's not loco
'Cause I be's the one with them hellafied vocals
The kids from New
skunk
I could make funk when I'm done, that's a fun fact
Might just slip, no tongue twist
So many hits ima give myself one miss
My son, I won, now I'm
Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
After Mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on different Strokes
No joke..I see airlines
was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you want to squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your
you know my funk was all up in ya
Deep in ya creep when you walk, I dig that
Split your wig back, now grab the bedpost
Move in real close, I feel
There wasn't anyway you can go
Down here in Florida mississippi
And you got your own things
And you got your soul brothers
And the Funk Brothers
the belts to match
Oh yes it's Bun B, but no applause
Please, unlock your jaws just unbutton em
Unzip em squeeze out and you got no flaws
You get your cross
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