Lyrics:
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
check in to it
But the problem is people are
Lookin' right through it
You got Wild Style
Style Wars comin' on strong
Charlie A henry and the list goes
the funk's gone
There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid
You might imagine me funky though like Cupid
What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob
flaunt
Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
Takin' out you suckas while Scott Larock
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
to go off
This ain't hardcore.. but yo, it ain't soft
You been throwin wack rhymes at me
Right 'n exact, I'm doin exactly
What I want to do, and what you
goin' on (someone speaks in background) about, but 'e didn', but 'e didn' deserve it. All 'e's tryin' t'do is relay a message from me to you, right? N' 'e
I'm through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause I'm jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made
All right, okay
All right, okay
All right, okay
All right, okay
All right
We'll make it funky for you now
[Common]
I'm a child of the ah,
like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin' it
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin' it
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your
renouncing his inheritance
That's legal to do in the State of New Jersey, of course it is, that's right
You're the master spellcaster on Earth
You
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk, females
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
Daredevil doin', cause I am the you-N
I-Q-U-E funky fresh
Funky do he get hype?
You're motherfuckin' right I do
Ason, break it down sure anytime
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
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