Lyrics:
on a script
Got my lights on the crib
That i might wanna hit
Bike by onna bitch
Then i drive onna a ditch
Cause im high off of shit
She like “i want a kiss”
He
you called it like it is you never faked the funk and u didn't give a shit
You was truly a real one
A fucking legend in my eyes if I had to say so
Maybe
within just to live on the outside
It was Linkin Park when I was thinking dark
The Chili's for funk and Blink for Pop-punk
Hilltop is what we played in
on a dance realm
Blasting brains he wants in
If you may ask who it is ?
It's dancefloor knocking, my sibliminual name Sir Prophet
My quest success from
James I'm bustin' out on the funk
Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that shit, and it's on
'Cause I can get rocky like
it
Let the funk inspire you to not give a fuck
To be blunt, I wrote this joint, not to make a point
Not to be political
The pot is in the paper, its
fucked up everyday like it's a celebration
Bangin that music from the speaker givin good vibrations
And put the funk in the air
We got the skunk ova here
their friend?
We gonna go down south
Some of that south funk, you know what I'm saying?
What you really know about the dirty south?
Ha ha, check this out
Giving every guy a try a way good to act
But there's a thing that you're missing
That you can't even buy
When it comes to love you even hit it by
Maturity increases, kid, so does the hunger
If you want the funk in your trunk I'll bump some
Dump some on lap, spit a rap for a lump sum
Pump some of that
if you want jit
My vibe don't interrupt it
Can I live
Can I chill
Sipping spinning the wheel
Ain't trying to do the dash
we ain't got no need rush
trust it Won't be long
By the end of this song they gone Know who we be
Going hard in this game cuz there Ain't no freebies
How we go so hard but Make it
I got the moves
I grab the funk out the trunk and the speakers be bussing
I shoot, I be all in my groove
The Glock gon alarm, he snooze
That nigga he
Brighter side like B. Flower
I gotta feel like Rob Will up at Funks
Freestyle's at HOT, Always thought then you want me
& You still call me girl what now you
capturing, even if you had a Kodak
No black, just want the cash and bling, no flash
Device is a wand, why I swirl it, for some magic shit
Send you
fauna
funk dirty like the sauce we drippin in
baby fed up so she kickin it,
that's some real shit you be slippin in,
wetter than the oceans we be
to the subject, hip hop and new jack
Another day, another rapper, another concept
So what? You can call it what you want it to be
But stop shooting me down, we're
of the compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
Muthafuckas
Well we'll play any songs that you want us to
We can make it boogie and get down too
We can make you happy and make you sad
By makin' love to you now
predilections just to be us
You can't fake the funk and you cant force it
Thought that I would find some ease being remorseless
But it seem tough
Trying
It's all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
Live
the reason to funk, that's
A move used by them aliens, man
You better stick to your plot and to your game plan
And eh, cut me with the fiasco
And bring that
I love you so...
Sometimes we fight all day,
When two people both want their way.
And I can't seem to work it out,
I love that when you scream
out, we got it locked son
This concoction Partida by the liter
Nees a palm reader we've been bumping tribe since Bonita
Simply it's impossible,
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