Lyrics:
love
Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
I'm not goin tell you how
to a scavenger
Trust no one ride with a shotgun like a passenger
The funk is real hate overpowers mind
And fuck a bitch love leave a nigga blind
Nickel plated 9
they gon match up to niggas inspired
By niggas before em I'm bout to go higher
Than ever seen
Staying locked in and forget they key
Till no distractions
Its just one of those days when you wanna jump the whip
And take a ride
And I don't need nobody else but my lady by my side
Its just one of those
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Well when she walks on by she's got that look in her eye,
Drop and roll, funk and soul.
And when she wants a guy you know she don't have to try,
[Shock-G]
Do you like it dirty?!
Some like it dirty and some like it clean
[Verse 1]
Don't throw me no soap
Cause it would just defeat me
Some like it dirty
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Daddy daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack mc
No daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger
Daddy daddy tell us a story!
I'm quick to bombercars
That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I fucked her, then I did it,
Then hit and hold
Now let it out
How you feel when the herb
Got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
You can't shake
That
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
Then hit and hold
Now let it out
How you feel when the herb
Got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
You can't shake
That
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
thizzle,
Swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
It's missile from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin' me wit this cheap shit.
caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't
move cream down here no holsters
Pistols in they jeans down here i bury you or
You bury me or we gon funk all year
And sometimes I can't sleep
At night
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
Will Be With I
Step Aside Thats What She Told Renee
Cho: ( I Wayne)
The Life Way The Right Way, No If No But No Maybe
She Her The Bright Way Noh
on these niggas
With that thunder no Durant
Or
NBA
Niggas by associate
Don't get no play
It's a lot of riff and mishaps
In my City
Where I grew up and stay
No hacking the funk I write my own lyrics that are based off of facts and I'm backin it up
We rap in a bunch but I do my own thing cuz I like making
using fire bars
Vile war, fighting all alone, everyone at once
That's my path
By spreading my fatum, bring tantrum, into sanctum
Of your lifes
Had no
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