Lyrics:
destroy our music scene
He just wants to infiltrate the music scene with funk music, all night and all day
And our
Please we cannot let him do that
Will
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin' after cops
And they don't stop at my block after
nothin but the funk
It's nothin but the funk that we want
And the bass to make the speakers bump
I heard that cash rules everything around
And niggaz from
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
Commonly worn torn by the image that has rested on me
Yeah I was tested to be an unordinary mc c see
G your bass box is booming homie its all coz of me
Dis
the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide
want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come
shit is fatta'
and yo shit need a little bit mo batta'
Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, ?dip
the fuck did I go wrong?
Oh, I know, it was since the day I was born
Taught to imitate whatever was around
Bad image from the start "Want to think? Just
coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly 'til you snort
known
X!
You want a war? Die on
Walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone ? fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up
Paper start
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
challenged by chumps
Short change ass niggaz
Barely making a run
For the title
It's survival
Better come with them funds
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
Dey
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget umm CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet
collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I'mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
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 and males
Both
want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come
nothin but the funk
It's nothin but the funk that we want
And the bass to make the speakers bump
I heard that cash rules everything around
And niggaz from
Left-handed in my right mind
This shit was by design and we came to Lay it down
Funky from the bottom
Thou cup shall runneth over with funk
Funky from the top
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!
"It was nearly eleven, when I started
as hell a pimp can't have you for cliental rocking high heels
Showing a** for the sex appeal
Dress by Jamal rich n***** you want em all riding foreign whips
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