Lyrics:
The Motor Booty where they funk
Rumpofsteelskin, he don't rust and he don't ben
He's got dynamite sticks by the megatons in his butt
Rumpofsteelskin,
at the joint no flam just kickin' it
Wiggle with the fruits over by the liquids
The slick kids is down, the flyers passed around
We try to dig the group
that I brought my friends
She was fine, sweet with a touch of class
No Head, No Backstage Pass
Funk used to be a bad word to you
I couldn't stop myself
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Uh, yeah (oh), yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em?
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Uh, yeah (oh), yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em?
my sex x rated like I like my funk
Flap jacks, movie, take 3, drink and work out
No moolah
Son is broke hoe throw the jerk out
Danger! Watch out!
to feel the funk
Got some funk, baby, I can show you
Feel the beat, you can let it mold you
Give me something I can hold on to
Like em' thick by design,
[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
[Verse 1]
I'm gangsta steppin
Representin my block
Jokes be the name
702 comin through yo hood
Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
All up
Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!
Nigga crank up da dank turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play
7:02, I got out of the cradle
Meditated as I sat at the table
10:55 got a call from the label
Talking 'bout 800 pounds on the table
You saw me push
locks on my door we rock from the floor
To the ceiling ain't no drug dealing
Ain't no gat peeling, you can't fight this feeling
Well, My style's
the funk
Who's got the funk
We've got the funk
Now who's got the funk
We've got the funk
You got the funk
We've got the funk
No who's got the funk
We've got
don't go to heaven
No Disney movie gotta stop pretending
Prince of Congo getting kisses never was consenting
White feeling resentment I was never
religion
Gotta feel that rhythm
You know I'm on a mission
No more tradition
This funk is my religion
No competition
You know we dropping wisdom
By
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play
to the future, never past off
I said no, no, no need to Jah, Jah jump around
Plenty of the green, plant it in the ground
Water it and grow a pound
Smoke it all
funk out the frame, make it insane
With all local stops set to crumble like a doo train
My thickest format, my format's thicker all that
No comp for
by now
I mean you gotta know by now)
I don't rock wit you
(Know by now
Why you don't know by now)
Don't mess with
Don't mess up my funk
The funk
Don't
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
da funk
A put it up
A put it up
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up
By now you
!
Real Funk!
Real Funk!
Nena sabes quien trajo la fiesta?
Siempre nuevo estilo con ma fellah
Siempre drum and bass como en el West Side.
Oh my god!
No
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