Lyrics:
because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
hit me
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
Just start
much funk caint think caint cut my link funk ain't no thang
I'm here
Set yuh twelves and post up
I'm here
Give yuh chills like Shonuff
Shagadelic too
Hey, nah ya goin' miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
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
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
the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my
Alright, alright
We're crackin' on here, we're gonna do somethin' here
Bet you guys feel this groove
We're crackin' on
Pure funk, it's comin' your
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets comin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin'
coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly 'til you snort
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
quiere mujere? Tell me what you want
But before I could blow a line
Baby lit up the Brand New Funk
Now, now, now, if you bump me by accident
You know
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
[x4]
It's going down [x2]
[PMD]
No lights, no camera, but lots of action
No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
my weakness
Every time my song comes on
I turn fien quick
I live for the funk I die for the funk
I live for the funk I die for the funk
Once the bass
by any means
In love with the green got a palm full of trees
Bags for the fiends bags for the cheese
Pull drag squeeze off the blunt that I steam
I
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit,
The funk.
The trunk.
It’s all about.
The senses.
It enhances.
Different branches.
Try to.
Connect with.
A Dimension.
It has no border.
All is
everybody on that funk
You know like the oJays
Midnight star be in that trunk
Now as the sun rotates and game grows bigger
Some of y'all missed that and for
is blaring I’m not caring, got no time to waste
I’m getting on down to this funky sound
Everybody rock this party, champagne by the case.
So, jump
chh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay-beeee!!
That's right, this is called The Basement!
cnd my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this..
From the Heights,
I taught this frog how to crip walk like old Snoop Dogg
Now he's the king of the lily pad up at the pond
No wonder why the tadpoles swim
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