Lyrics:
of 14 I was already knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way
keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh
flee to
Where ever the Bahamas is i blew up
So that should let ya know
Just who the bombest is
Cause I could see the future
Like my glasses'
I'll send you a smile - stay for a while I slide up in your DM's
Hopefully, I can get your snap chat too
If I send you a smiley face or two
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
grooving on like a fool
Oooh! Oooh!
But if you see me spread out, let me in
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Baby, just party high and low
Let me step into your erotic zone
wiped off the face of the planet by disease
They claim they have no cure
In the matter of a blinking eye
All of us right now can testify
Take a stand,
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
the moment it passes us by yes quite quickly
See
So don't leave yourself stuck in the mud...
Leaving the mind to find the gut
Yeah
But once you find it
Don't
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
see me, ha
Back up in that ass once again
With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit, haha
Beatin' up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk, ha
Some
light, all day long
Where the fuck are my people?
I've been seeking, but I can't see ya
Never fit in with any of your scenes
Am I the only one haunted by
I'm sitting in the crib dreamin' about leer jets and coupes
The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop
Oops
I'm interrupted by
what I got, and baby that's plenty
You'll never have one that rocks so many
I'm 'a make you wet and make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
like
I bring heaven right up to the studio
All I ever wanted
Was to see how fast your booty go
Don't treat me wrong
You could make a video
Wit all
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
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