Lyrics:
sounds fake
You want to be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
Love Life Live
Come 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
happens
Uhh
I wanna funk with you girl
I said uhh
I wanna funk with you girl
Don't ya want to funk me
(Yeah)
I know you do
I wanna funk you too
You ain't
you next week with a brand new show
When we fuck around it ain't nothing consensual
You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials
down a cab
The driver said, "I want all your cash"
Don't let that keep you behind
Glide, glide on by
Glide, glide on by
Don't let that keep you behind
thought bringing the funk
[Chorus]
You listening to g rhymes and I'm here to drop lines
I got that funky fly shit that you want to hear all the time
deal
Get the
Funk outta here
Get Quarantined
Slow it down
Like The Lord on a mule
Confetti flies like I broke a tie in high school
I'm like you if you
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
Everybody embrace it
My examination
No one wants longevity
They just want todays hit
I must admit I contradict I do the same
In the end I want y'all
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
"What's love got to do"?
When I'm ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and
It's selling by
tell when these streets close our eyes
(I think I'm losing my mind) (x2)
Verse 2 (Sons of Funk)
Sleep with a nine right by my side
by the old school its Killah Toni baby (Killah)
Bump Pac, Snoop, Kurupt and Quik on the daily (On the daily)
Favorite rapper Eazy E straight going
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed with
untouchable
You can't fuck with this style!
Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era! Funk Volume!
I said "Who want war?", mass killing MC's
I’m your Dada, nothing less
life, live
Come 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
do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
back the funk
So, we bring it all down with the sound
Cos your never gunna find another man
Who gunna bring ya down to ya knees
While you plead, for
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
I do the most
What the funk you beezy's want?
It ain't your turn, better have my money
Friday like Big Worm
Can't see you niggas, you like
and throw low blows
When you want to close the shows of your foes
'cause foes are those that you got to break like windows
Check it, when respect goes it's
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
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 through your hood
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