Lyrics:
Father Johnny Appleseed, woke up from a long night’s sleep
The dawn rose in the year of our Lord, Two Thousand and another score
He cast his eyes out
crunk)
We got the funk (we got the funk)
That's in my trunk (that's in my trunk)
I'm a dirty south nigga, bitch I'm all about the cash (cash)
Bands
(glee)
Break up then make up and fly her out (woo)
Still got them kilos inside the house (yeah)
Still got the reload inclinin', wonderful timin', still
her on her knees
You niggas pushing envy while we pushing p
I go deeper than the roots of a fucking tree
I could make a bitch sing like the cast of glee
your mind and lick your
Funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin'?
Not with guns
The God unleashed I made time my peace
I'm just rollin up I'm rollin up a masterpiece
Backwood by me this for all my Gs
Until u be u can't defeat the beast
give you all I know now?
I'm always three
No two
Steps ahead
Only giving you as much as you credit for in debt of faith to me
And add to my glee
I get
before I compromise
So don't expect me to give up my
Rights to sign a dotted line! (That's real)
Bitch, better back up
Don't waste any of my time
I'm
ladies walkin' by
They want some pictures and shit
So I figured I'd get up and
Give 'em something to wild about
Living my best life
That's what this smile
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a %$@& if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort
'Cause
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort
'cause
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock,
goin'
Keep goin', keep goin', keep flowin'
Keep flowin'
Don't you give up, don't give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep flowin'
Don't you give up, don't
I wake up in the morning jump in to my ride.
I turn on the lights because it's dark outside.
I'm gonna be at Paramount until the sun go down,
Dance
music on the grounds
You say I'm full of sheep
And for that I give a pound
The Sugar Dick Daddy
Mista Lawnge to break it down
Ladies, step to me for
to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
(Cause you
farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man.
I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit
to the real rock steady
Cause songs now well they just ain't ready
To give you something you can dance to
A steady ass beat with a funk ass groove
So get on up
pick up my feet
I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets"
And I want love
Get some funk and get some fun
Punks like fun
Punks like
the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs
We're not gonna do it by fighting--Get up! Get down!
Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him
La da dee da dee
On the bandwagon askin' Siggy what's up? Hey
Remember when you said I was a retard, bruh
Whenever you told me that I wasn't hard, bruh
See i'm driven by one purpose,
funk up the beat, like body odor
Peace all I need, I thought I told ya
Speak what I mean like Pac to Soulja
Boy, what a mess. It's time to go bruh
Keep that funk alive keep that funk alive
Give hound another high
Keepin' that funk alive keep that funk alive
Keep that funk alive
No matter how
Gimme little bit of this with a little bit of that
Little bit of funk with a little bit of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme
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