Lyrics:
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue
Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
that only money could bring
I could tell that she, by the look in her eyes
Would do anything, to get that life
Didn't talk down to her, didn't make
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
You
on Mars, and all systems are go
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
It's all heat in this day
night
Mm you actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all that
But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real fucked up what
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
you a small favor
Deliver want we call beta
For ya'll and your neighbors
With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed
on the juke
Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
Hook up the beats at the funk manor
If you want a roll, then the dough I be raking
the
Never-before-released second verse of
Vincent's rap, written by Rod
Okay, tape's rolling any -anytime you want
Hi, this is Michael Jackson
This is Vincent Price michael
myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda
we get it each way
When I'm in a funk I put on dunks like the east bay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Let
been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggas trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have
huh) Do you wanna go to Magic City with me?
(huh, huh huh) With me?
Anything I want, I'll try it
What I need, You got it.
A little dance, I'll dance for
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock
was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you want to squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your
on the mic!) It takes you all higher
My momma (push) said "girl, you know it ain't cool (get on)
Said ya don't want to play by nobody's rules"
I said "Momma
dancers
Of fresh jams known as the primary enhancers
Got questions ask 'em we rhyme the answers
Influenced by the fusions the funks and the jazzes
It's
Wake up shake up
Girls luv a freak song turn the funk up
Us twins be a must so super pro static feems bounce with us
Let me tell ya bout a feem
Queen
on a solo
Props for killin cops I'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, I'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid I'm wilder than the penile
Back up
It was gone by November or December
Shit, I am a winner, yeah
Came to this motherfucker with my Glock 40
Pull up, aw shit! Q in the Audi
Swagged up
speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Now I rock, some talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
That make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
Haha, hey Marlon
Hit them drums
I want y'all to enjoy this beat real quick
Want y'all to enjoy this with me
It's not that often we get to feel some
my head against the wall until the pictures fall
I wanna see them shatter
I wonder does it even matter
Because now I'm in a different funk Stuck in
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