Lyrics:
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass tricks
We keep
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
to a square town
Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up
Hit the county jail straight p.c.-ed up
You never know who really down till the funk jump
Same one
de cabrones, Keep it real !!!!
I feel like crying
Cause I see my brother falling down
Tears upon his face
As his body hits the ground
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
[Talking]
Ay, if you ever at a show, and you see some fuckin hoe, and you want
that dude to go. You know what to do..
[Hook]
Get up in that mosh
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
a gangsta twist
(See me with a gangsta)
And if you smoke like I smoke
Then your opps always be pissed
(I smoke opps to the face)
And if you ever take a shot
never holding back
Ya bones collapse, like on ya back, a rhino, with full size attack, with a bomber bat
Like bomber man I bomb ya head. Funk rhythm with
She says I'm funked up
My funk sucks
So I switched up
Million dollar smile ain't nothing but some good luck
She don't wanna know me
She just wants
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
the funk would be dealt
Would you, get treated like Pinesol an get mopped?
Or would you, pull yo glock an do diddly-squat?
Or would you see, not juss what
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
Took a pill – I'm battling
Savage – see it happening
To hell – there and back I've been
Swing – bringing rap – I'm in!
Life'll be the death of me
on sumpthin pitifull
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
dirt
Ima stand by me
I know my worth
And I love my seeds
That I planted on earth
Father god I see
Everybody round me gon keep a stick
9 times outta 10
An emotion from the lightheaded
But still up high no I never forget it
See it always worked by the planes and limos
Behind the scenes checking close in
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