Lyrics:
My guitar wants to do your laundry
Cuz it ain’t too clean
My guitar wants to do your laundry
Cuz it ain’t too clean
Gonna get out all that nasty funk
folks
Play me in rotation
Call it a classic No
Call my shit magical
Or I'm choppin ya clavicle
With my nut sack
I'm bringing the funk back
And if
Will take you on a trip
As the Dawgz get down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell it's what the fuck you want so I
Pick up the mic
To kick
(CHORUS)
"Time is too expensive"
Too expensive, it's too expensive
Too expensive, you know what?
Time is of the essence
Whacha say now? Whacha
a motherfucking load
You know how it go since twenty eighteen this shit inside of my soul
These niggas be faking the funk they really be frauds on the motherfucking
behind me
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that want to act
Don't want to face the fact, That
on that crazy juice
Went to school
It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking
Vagabond the illest
We eatin
You do the dishes
Fuck that bullshit you talkin
That shit can miss us
Competition want the friction
We tell em it's
curse me
I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some
tried to tell you but your ass didn't want to ***HEAR
ME*** so bitch
Now I got to show you somethin', now I got to show you
somethin'
It's capital
thizzle,
Swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
It's missile from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin' me wit this cheap shit.
heavy with the funk
Hating full of pride really this is what you want
Left coast east coast raw sound in your trunk
Step by step we move real smooth
his freedom
It's like George Clint', P-Funk era, we just on syrup
I keep pourin' Actavis codeine, my drink is sterile
I'm a rockstar rapper type
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
with lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts
Who want to fight
smoked out
You really want that funk U.B. delivered to us in the trunk
Andretti OG, Khalifa Kush all stuffed in one joint
I proved my point when I
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
rile
Shaking the funk rile
Rip it apart style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, nine
I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth I'm gettin off planet Earth
but I gotta redefine gravity
last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and all
that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
Chorus: Artifacts
Attack, of what? Attack of New Jeruzalum (2X)
"Check it, who want to wreck it? I flows the next shit" (2X)
[Tame One]
Well
Give it here... uhh
Mic testing one two
Right about now I want to have a little fun with this
And just talk a little bit of junk ya know
Love $hort
We be takin shit in '94
In the deuce we ain't bullshittin
I want it all
I want your jewelry, your motherfuckin car
I want your whole safe
flip it
[Shyheim]
Now here we go again another brother catching heart
Ain't that some shit I gotta rip him apart
Too many MC's fake funk claiming
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