Lyrics:
Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry 'em
The pendulum state of death is my fate,
Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for?
[Verse 1: Common]
It's funk to rhythm and punk to rock
Loud like shot that come from a glock
Pick up
you once before its the mad punk
Kicking rough stuff, quick dunk
Nigga back the funk up yeah
Give a nigga room yeah
Give a nigga space
Throw your
with the funk
Pete Rock is in the house, CL is in the house
Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever
you mines and wrap you up inside of my dreams.
(sweet thing)
I will kiss you in the night and love you til we both start to scream.
(sweet thing)
the casket, what kind of fear is this?
I'm shaking in the core of my being
These screams that I'm hearing, each one I'm feeling it cutting me like a knife
I'm
On the trail I drove my car
Thinking bout stopping, I made it this far
No turning back
Life can't get better than this
I'm stuck in this funk
Been two years,
Seen the murders in the first degree
And I could hear the dramas and the screams
Coming from they baby mama, yea she screams
Wake up in my dreams
My life
on the trigga, nigga, hand on my nine
Smokin' blunts a skunk, makin' hoes of punks
And only underground funk bumpin' outta my trunk
Live my life as a hustla,
the cross fire without no caps
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout
"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out
Hardcore to make
woke up and everything was just fine
Then I started flying my ego slowly dying
My feet on ground I was guided by the sound
Yeah I was guided by the sound
it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder
I guess by then you'll be ready
Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box
Is
Muscles (grow up)!!!
Getting them gains now
Look at them veins pow
Look at my profile
Fit and fertile
I know you wanna
Lick them lips to this life
sure you put those dolla's on ice
It was cold in the cell
Til I finally got my weight up
Had 3 buckets
On the outside they scream free my cousin
Got
your lungs
Still hope I hear from you some
And that's a secret I keep dear like there's no weed in my trunk
Act like I don't give a funk word up
Insane
She want the cuffs I'll tie her up
Eat her pussy make her cum
Never fuss or break my trust
She my euphoric angle dust
Every minute try to spend it
By
fours I'm puntin his jaw
Legend killer shit
My brain is psychological thriller with twists and turns
Scary pop ups, screams and blood, I'm broke as fuck
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
the twisted sisters screw me over
Hear the eagle scream when I fly by How long can you freak the funk
I flex my flame cause I'm charged up I'm straight off
どれだけキズだらけになったって
Nobody can change my scream, oh, no, no, no
Never say "It is over" yeah
足宛いて壁 ブチ壊すさ
I'm gonna go up day by day, yeah
I feel alive!
Stable
'em up ain't nothin' changed
Murder one is my specialty
Death to niggas that step to me
I take it to the next degree
Take 'em sicker than
before
The lyrical lexicon, matador's metaphor...
(Redman)
I be like, yes-yes y'allin, to the life beatin,
The Funk-Diggy Doc be comin' through
you gotta make some Mitch
I count my paper up
I roll myself blunt
To high to give a fuck
Come here hoe be my slut
You say you getting drunk
Then call ya
Never the size of the bet that matters
Flag tatters
Distorted vision til your rose glasses shatter
Cake batter up
Slinging oven-baked home runs
Grab
Discuss these scream funk my life up by paolo nutini Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In