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Jockin' My Style

Craig Mack

Operation: Get Down

Here comes a rhyme in your ear
Craig Mack is here, so have no fear
My rhymes push the hack to the rear
I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,

Funk
(shit) , riechen mein Skunk (shit)
Legen Auge auf die Gang, gang, gang
Doch bei meinen Jungs wird nicht gesung'n
Hennessy und
(Henny) , Hazy in

the perfect one
[00:51.250] Will you across the line, turn over the tide
[00:53.664] Turn the tide
[00:57.724] Turn the tide
[01:04.405] All alone, no

told me
No gang
But i guess i been drinking all day
Oh dang

I was raised by the streets
With my own kind
Niggas got me tripping shit
For the wrong

by demons got tired of 'em so I hit 'em with the stepback (Aye)
Only made me stronger I ain't countin' six digits in a check
In my life that ain't true

You already know what it is, it's that 702 Sin City Vibes, ahhh
I find balance in these rhymes that I spit, you cross my mind like a solar eclipse

win
That's the way we've always been
No vanity I've never seen
Too much pride will never make you win
Enchanted by the beauty
Enchanted by the power

I guess the time came
That ya mind changed
Cuz you playing mind games
And somehow I'm blamed
That's craaazy
Look
It's bout 7:02 (2)
You just hit me

years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water

Does it feel better

She just want the funk away
All she finna do makes it complicated
She just want the funk away
I know I'm no good trynna light

more
If you're not high, then smoke some more. If you're not funky, funk some more
And you get up, then hit the door, and you don't come around no more

my arms no elastic
I been on myself since Jurassic
It's okay to trip don't fall acid

But if you do fall
I'll catch you

And why am I always

Everybody’s got it in the summer time
Everybody’s got it and they’re doing fine
But for me it’s so hard to come by
Honestly, I don’t know why

Hate

FUNK ON THE STREETS
VERSE 1

Hey Doctor Doctor, can you tell me what's wrong with me?
There's a new band here in town and I just can't seem to stop

a mystery
But I see it clear
And I just got back from hunting
Got shot by a deer

When I write down my lyric
And I have no clue what to do (oh)
I just write

There be no come back
After we're done we eat them up
like a quick snack
Payback time now
Here's some knowhow
Let me show how
Breaking no bow
Like

we're taking it from here
Funk Volume (volume, volume)

It's no conincidence they nervous when they see us comin'
I'll kick down your door and put

Tradin War Stories

The Storm

All Eyez on Me

1996

droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz

If you lend me your ear
I'll tell you how you can deal
Get the 
Funk outta here
Get Quarantined
If you lend me your ear
I'll tell you how you can

you like this funk, Then put yo name on it
It's like buzzards when it stunk they get all up on it
And we bringin it here, the purpose is clear
Slap that

stay with the pistachios
Already know I do not funk with no Pinocchio's
I don't
I do not funk with these guys
They tryna slide for the pie
They want my

me and no you don't got options
Stay one night youll stay forever that I promise
Funk the music
Now the time
Ride my vibe
All of this is so in line

A Million and 1 Buddah Spots

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

stay strapped like two packs of lubricants 
It's gonna hurt, no it's not a gat experience 
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar 
And if your

Bobyahed2dis

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"

Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's