Lyrics:
you make it funky for me
Could I ask the (dee-jayyyy!)
I make it funky for ya, I make ya feel alright [2]
- [will.i.am]
Reach for somethin really
in, check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
[Will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them
over clout but they wouldn’t understand it(Damn)
Coming from a place where brothers shooting like a cannon(Boww)
So I pray to god I never take my life
the balls between my legs and I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams
harassin' a nigga
What don't kill you make you bigger, I feel safer around here (let's go)
Shiesty, I'm somethin' like a wizard, I turn boosters into
brothers
But send kids to degrees
That person gets murdered
And those seem like hits to you and me
And I don't know if my thoughts will ever be syndicated
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
Money broke depression
Now I got it done ended stressing
Broke done taught me lessons and brought problems
Problems I been pressing
Know my brother
should stop re rolling backwoods that's all a fantasy you can say what you want but just like hip hop I was born in the Bronx and just like dj aj I can
got me lost so you know we really staring off
Gotta lot of love for my brothers even when they gone
I feel like gods done me so wrong
Yet I know
I
And Got me thinking like
I need to be a better friend
A better son
A better cousin
A better uncle
A better brother
I'm just lover and that's word to Mother
Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm
Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet,
of the Ekpoma (yeah)
Mingle with guys dem be Esans
Told me to feel like an orphan and hustle for raba
Kola you remember (oh)
Now i gat paper, cos i suffered with
wit wit them shooters
Like William B Ruger
If she a freak then you know I gotta doer
And I can hit it all night long
Be like Snoop dogg TIL like 6 in
ghosts I went to Shocs Leisure Pak
I hate Neil Mohan
He gets too many tans
He'll be in France
When I send him to France
I feel like Stewie Griffin
My head
pressing my impression of a Glock switch
On the field imma kill em boonk rounds
Imma drill em
Like Damian Lillard I pray that he die
North imma killer
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
[Verse One: Lil' Fame]
Yo - feel the First Family energy (alright!) Remember me?
Lil' Fame raps niggas to tunes of Kenny G
I
everyday
It's like every part of his memory
That's short term was erased
I feel bad for your wife
Because she probably feels like
Shes fucking the bitch Adam
right
Yes, just from your spirit
Dismissed
I'm closing the gate, sir, and I'm pushing him through
Do it
Well that feels like I just took a big dump
I
me
You my shawty but ain’t no cuffing or arresting me
Stop pressing me
I cook this shit up like a recipe
The way you riding it feel like you be
my light like the moon in the midnight sky
Cant kill my spirit, feel this fight, lord take the wheel, I wont guide this right
Things meant to kill
Brother, you my mentor, now let the story begin (begin)
Let the story begin
If you feel the way I feel, why don't you clap them hands (yeah)
Have you ever
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young
Motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young
Motherfuckers do you
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