Lyrics:
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
burn ya like Backdraft
So call the fire engine 'cause I'm flamin' up your buildin'
One life to live, so the funk is in all my children
'Cause I can
scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we
come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell; I really regret it
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man like me
Be
the man
Bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man, bitch I'm the man
I get to the cash
These niggas is crafts, they making me laugh
I walk in the mall, grab
Trust me, darg, you can go there too
Trust me, darg, you can go there free
I don't ever watch F-A-C-E
AJT from MTP
NikeLab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got
you on fire
I like to rock a lot
Big boy, or young man?
Step on the funk now
Well, well, freeze the funk, y'all
In front, on your head!
I'm
you on fire
I like to rock a lot
Big boy, or young man?
Step on the funk now
Well, well, freeze the funk, y'all
In front, on your head!
I'm
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
they stare, and call you, "Slut"
It's like your mind don't understand
You don't have to kill your dreams, plottin' schemes on a man
Keep your head up,
should call the navy
Ever since the eighties
I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad
When I see you walk by I'm pursuin' that
But never chase it,
a funky walk
His western shirts and leather always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
Call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best
green mitts, and tails on my arm
You in my way my man, yo be excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not
was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
drank, sippin' Wock by the paint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love
Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet
If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was
wasn't in the plan
Them crackers had you in that can
Man, these niggas don't understand
Tryna stack a hundred grand
And spend it all on my mans
Man, these
it don't sell white wine
Gon' let that light shine
Ballin' for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine
Weezy baby flight flyin'
You can call him your
but know I'm not a dunkin
As I rap, chilly chill bringin the funk and
I steal yo man, as if he was a hawk and
He'll call me baby, yo, or even pumpkin
call me crazy, people call me sneak
Just because I'm nasty, they call me a freak, hehe
I am coming over, to your house tonight
I promise to you baby,
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
a Batman,
African call it Blackman,
Brother extracts your African steps in your movements, enhance for
improvements,
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase,
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
Love can make
Make a stronger man
But you don't love me (you don't love me
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
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