Lyrics:
one more you buy the next pack
Chicken head the way ya neck snap
You don't make it through anything ya do
It's by the grace of god that you can neck
ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility,
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Introducing funk from the yard, collecting strictly knockouts
The broters I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove
On a power move
Aye yeah
Rock with me real quick
You know who it is man
Let me holla at yall real quick
Bout this shorty from the westsideeee
Took me by
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
thought I'd be looking down
On who? On you cause I'm so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24
yeah
And we do no ride, represented and talk
Nope, nope, not I, that's the code
In every hood, that you roam
Fastest way to catch a hot slug and you
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
grains of sand
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink sake with mafia
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Qaddafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show
Cause I know what I got is mine
For me
It's all
Borrowed time
As I lay by the window
Take me now
This peace of mind
Enchanted by the symbol
The world
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
ya,
Feel at home.
You'll need ___,
By my side,
Keepin' it ___,
Really funk-a-fied
A posse at my door,
With the whole ______,
We gonna make ya,
Enjoy
crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yeah, just hit me
It's time to chase your
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
to make no money
You just want to feel good, you don’t really want to love me
I just want to build it brick by brick ‘till it feel homey
Swear that I will
you neck snap back
My shit is what the niggas like
Gangsta as funk is all we write
Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk
And you shit
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
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