Lyrics:
If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life
settle down
(Right smack dab in the socket) no, no
(We need the funk, gots to have
The funk, In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Got to have
bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you
Niggas
that, uh
(I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk)
Check it
I come to grips with mics
I come to grips
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
to a motherfuckin' king (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got
, escape the funk
Escape is futile, try saving your time
No need to struggle, the muck and the grime
Will reside within your mind as if by design
So you
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
say 7(say 702)
say 7(say 702)
say 7(say 702)
[Meelah}
Boy you're so fine
(so fine)
And dat's no doubt
(no doubt)
When it comes to good taste
I know
the work in and stop wishin
Givin game but you won't listen
On the pot, but you ain't pissin
No girls cause your flow ain't hittin
Turned off by the words
talking shit on that laptop
We were selling out shows and
Stackin' up mad gwop
Funk Volume, nigga, got the game on padlock
You was raped by your uncle
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
cooked in a jacuzzi
I'm addicted to the funk but please excuse me
For a minute for an hour
It's coming out the speaker didn't take no shower
It's
like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the funk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the funk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
the funk y'all
With no place left to hide
No place left to hide
When not only the wind in our sails
Some magic too
Sometimes we forget
Just how high
the funk y'all
With no place left to hide
No place left to hide
When not only the wind in our sails
Some magic too
Sometimes we forget
Just how high
to P-Funk?"
I listen to anything when she's
Sportin' them C cups
Jill Scott and Gil Scott-Heron
Was blarin' out of the dorm of the
Woman that I swear I was
I seen many men fold, many hearts turn cold
Many died by any means on the long road to the cheddar green
Now baby this that funk, girls shake they
at life
It's just another day in a hooker's life
With no tricks, there's no pimpin'
It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women
Down with the P Funk
the none
'Cause I'mma funk you babe (Funk you, babe!)
Yeah, I'm gonna funk you babe (Funk you, babe!)
Oh no, yeah I'm gonna funk you babe (Funk you, babe!)
*187
And ask for, a spare key
Take the elevator to the
Top floor, penthouse suite
Come & meet me in 702
I don't want no one but you
You never did right
(three one eight)
415 to 702, a big change boy (it's a change)
I from where niggas getting wet up in the rain, boy (in the rain)
Wet by the rain, then
no fear
Committing myself to the funk for life
That's why they call me your funk Precious wife
The captain and the crew gave me away
They told me
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