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to find another me, so feel lucky you can listen for free
I'm sitting in all white seats, it's so bright like the whole thing bleached
I'm off the ground by
on the foreal-a
I get's loaded low down by a monkey
So call me donkey
Nigga think lame
He would want to know I gets funky
Beef kicked in a night parade
Uptown
mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set
My diamonds offset, yeah, my Audemar wet
It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex
Who gon' flex? Who want
provides that shit is beautiful
Oh shit sir it's the funk freakers
They strangling the mic and they blowin' out my speakers
[Chorus]
There ain't
ain't punk
And despite what you hear in this it ain't funk
This a cult life where you under the spell of my sound
No rock or classification
Lyrical Exercise
A for apple
B for booty
C for Cat
D for dookie
E for effort
F for funk
G for Gangsta
What you thought?!
Imm do whatever I want
So
laid back type um, ghetto funk for days
'Cause I can freak this rhyme in a hundred different ways
'Cause I got it locked down, with the new sound
You
like it or not
Last wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot
Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
I can bust my shit in spring you
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
something else back harder
I know what it feels like when you’re so far right
You just wanna fight with me up all night
You just want to get down
Na na na
wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once, going twice
Sold! to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
When I think of you I get nightmares when I'm wide awake
When I think of you I get nightmares when I'm wide awake
I don't want to dream if all I ever
day slavery run by racists
While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain
You don't want to see a nigga succeed without no pain
Off others'
in they sleep
Now they knees feel weakly
Thought they was done for the reaping
Swear my face building up a funk it's a petri
Barely take it off
Man
portion
It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days I didn't want to
Have a thought that I
whole chest and
In combat if they fat I'll skinny em
Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum
G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk
Call me booshe nigga,
the difference working 9 till 5
Doing 25 to life thinking "Oh it's alright"?
"I'm still living, paying bills by myself"
"I'm still living, got a room to myself"
I use to watch my momma drink her anger out
Overwhelmed by the struggle relieving stress
Uncle took our toys and bikes from the house
He drunk
many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil.
But evil is a harsh word.
Tell the mockingbird, that I said it.
A man of my word I won't regret it.
If I
No habla ingles
Want yo Punani
Right on my chinny chin chin
Bottom of bottle be my destination
Im needing yo help and it starts wit a sip
Roll up
Slow down, P-Funk is back
I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style
It's cool I don't want it back
I let 'em hold that
But remember
America
Yeah
This like that first big deposit just came
I feel immaculate
Don’t believe this was by accident
Mastered it
That’s cause I practiced it
I talk
all around throw deuces
When I see them unless they want it
Cause I'll cut a player like a GM
Niggas gon be niggas hoes gon be hoes
Niggas gon be
the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomas's
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