Lyrics:
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherf***ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherf***ers
featuring Mac Pheno
Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X)
No Limit is the army and we the soilders
It's an uptown thing boy I thought I
as I can thrust ya
Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya
Trigga Treach he got his pistol do
We puttin in work from here
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
as I can thrust ya
Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya
Trigga Treach he got his pistol do
We puttin in work from here
shoppin', new shoes (well)
I put her in them Christian Loubs (yes, Loubs)
I get it wet, she don't need no lube (no lube)
I'm a gangster, so I tell her
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. see-Note, see-Note
*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you
they can't get near me
Step into the circle and I'll take you on a dream through my Elm street
It's reality that you're facin'
The funk will surround
Verse 1
Hello hello... its that throwed vato... yo b Tactical... i got that 80s funk... im hustla... far from a busta... loc shades... playa made...
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my
costing
Strictly big bossing to get the fortune
You not ready to test the La faking the funk
Confess or die not physically, but lyrically
Come on, give it
strapped wit the rhymes
Diggy Das blow your mind, no doubt, one of a kind
Niggity-no digga, the tiggity-tongue flipper, the funk ripper
The bum
Nigga I will dump
I got my thang off in the trunk
I ain't lookin for no funk
Tryna find some hoes to fuck
Man, I want my johnson sucked
Bakarii's puffin
An MC with bad habit's I am, I see
A mic and I grab it, so scary, ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfections for what I
Do with
I was guided by the sound by the sound
Cuatro paredes un reloj Yo tengo el control
Naomi BG Funk, J Yancy como no
Cierro los ojos y estás tu, Mi
a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
No need to bring a gun, come and get some
Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
Stay
nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some
it
By the smell on the skunk
It's the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
Whitness as we creep to alow speed
Peep what a ho need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' Hotchkiss with a passion
Been a long day in
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