Lyrics:
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
East Side is the motherfuckin' place, known as home
Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and
Some of you don't know about the G thang,
when
Others co-sign us
We bringing that paper home
Start thinking that we are grown
Kinda like
We do not think on our own
Bunch of puppets
Controlled by
heavyweight of hip-hop
The Funklord, you know him as the Green Eyed Bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the MC Grand Royal
Erick Sermon!
[Erick Sermon]
It's
time, in your mind you see
You gotta boogie to your best ability
You gotta funk it up until it knocks you down
And when you've funked enough, make sure
[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
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
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some Airwalk
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
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
by Rambo
And my career's goin' up like the doors on a Lambo
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P-L-A-Y-B-O
me
Even when they nagging at me
Now I gots fans to back me
They been waiting on the grand finale
Me, I'm just living my word, smoking the funk
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
[Intro: Mystikal]
Shit, BOO!!, Boo
Uh-ooooh!!, hah, yeah, yeah
another album motherfucker heh, heh
[Chorus: Mystikal]
Here I am, somebody said that
the way that my flow bores
And leave your ears up shit creek without a funk oar
Now certified wise gotta hold o ya
We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia
ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
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