Lyrics:
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Some claim say but then they take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your lane
If you're a man, I can't tell like if the door
with the funkdafied figure
Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
Yes the Redman that's what they call me
Wicked with
with the funkdafied figure
Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
Yes the Redman that's what they call me
Wicked with
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can
la la la la la la la
A bag of blue funk (blue funk)
Nuff respect, to all the funk brothers
Y'all know who you are
Yeah, ya hear me man, big up all
the funk in grand
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon
Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your
mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk)
see Knight-
Well, can I expand my mind
like a rubber band, its me niggy Knight man
niggy Knight
that castle over there?
DENNIS: I'm thirty seven.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old!
ARTHUR: Well, I can't just call you `Man
to peel some
To let niggas know (let 'em know)
That if you fuck with big-and heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who - says me, the lyrical
Niggas
tall or skinny
If you asked me, I won't change my mind
I can't marry you, I told you that the last time
Let's funk 'em, let's funk 'em
'Til they smell
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I'm
an ego
Lms is what I call it
That's little man syndrome
Lemme break it down
Can't fight, got no dick
Truthfully you're just a clown
Lazy, feet don't hit
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
waves
Tap down those boots while I beat around
Funk me downtown
I lay around
Touch myself to pass the time tcuch myself
I feel down, I wish you were mine
be higher you
Can't even deny it ye i got it
You people want me and i
Ain't got no defender
I swear to god im the king
You can call me Simba
These
change
We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang
I can't be your man
It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty
I can't be your man
Where I been, I
stuff I got my pride
A man marry me he got to be nice
A girl like me don't come by twice
Dr. Funk, say you want me
Too hot to trot, I'm Blondie
Just
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
band, you can call me (Trouble Man)
Trouble man, I always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I'm the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some
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