Lyrics:
this place I tried though
(Dang feeling like I'm stuck no way out)
낯선 도시 다른 시차에서 숙취로 게어봐도
Gotta (Go back to)
Produced by Alive Funk
Arranged by Alive
wanna play for you
Created by Funk-A-Tech Incorporated,
Makers of funky things to play with.
Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
holdin' my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk, G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps
Music's all by your side
Eternity's coming alive tonight
Dance but don't try to fight
Shake it up baby come on let's do this right
Move if you want it
Where did your funk from
Where did your funk from
I ain't telling no one
I ain't telling no one
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The funk won't let us down
That's right
I
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
a break sometimes.
Listen to the groove y'all,
Let it unwind your mind
No intoxication,
Unless you see what I see.
Dancin' hot 'n' sweaty,
Right in front
asthma
They attackin' me, they slowin' they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk
a million (Funk for you baby) (Listen it drives you wild)
"There is no competition"
"We are the best"
funk Volume is up in this
Bitch, damn right motherfucker, we made it
Ha! No, thanks to you
Niggas knew I never step up
In the game to lose
Take a look
Duke Ellington said:
""It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing""
And that's real!
If you tryin' to understand the funk
I have no doubt that your
had to get it and that was no option
If bullshit a job
I can’t clock in
It’s a blessing whenever I walk in
Got the drip from the gods
I’m beating
weapons on the rack
Bayonette with an array of venomous sacks
Attached to rifle handles salvaged from Iraq, Damn
Got no love for industry bitches in
Juro - Tormented Soul (produced by Mytrix)
[Intro - Juro]
Misterjuro
Yea
Juro
Holla
Yea
Uh
[Chorus - Juro]
You are not, You are not homie
You
travelled here through time and space
To fix the shit that needs sorting
FunkBot ten thousand (Obey the funk)
The scientists put down their fists
And all
river
Right to the sea
I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp
Si tu no sabes de donde soy
Si tu no sabes de donde soy
Si tu no sabes de donde soy
Ya no roncean no roncean ey
L fucking V con la gafa no se puede
think it's my turn this time
Not a soul gets by
Games never had no place with me
Jamming is my concern
Just give me one good man
To keep me
think it's my turn this time
Not a soul gets by
Games never had no place with me
Jamming is my concern
Just give me one good man
To keep me
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's
Casa
And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya
You
to the worms drop
Yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
You never smash it, I get see-Notes diggin for the casket
It gets drastic, no need
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