Lyrics:
a school teacher
About convincing as a preacher, who smokes reefer
Why don't you give it up just put the mic down
Get out of town with that noise, this is
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
see your peeps
There you go switching out on me
And we're back at square one again
Don 3, can't get with me
Why y'all just a child-child
Maybe I
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
like a soft punk?
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style and
Learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we
spendin money just to get up in yo' junk
Buy you drinks up at the bar, fill you up with alcohol
Why me, boo you, try to do you, even walk you to yo' car
You
dummies spendin money just to get up in yo' junk
Buy you drinks up at the bar, fill you up with alcohol
Why me, boo you, try to do you, even walk you
Leavin' me to trust y'all, only a oh
Leavin' me to trust in a ah, oh, oh, oh
Ohhh
Yo
[Chorus: x4]
As long as it's funky, yeah
All right, okay
Let
way you can't tell that they're really just ramblin
And most rappers can't even handle that part
So they get a guest appearance by ever rapper
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
called me up and said
"Unc I'ma need you on the b-side"
So I came through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
Gettin' real funky, kinda smell like manure
'all niggas can't multitask)
Ayo, you know you can't do the remix without me (ah, motherfucker)
Don't nobody talk shit like me, bitch, check it out
Boy,
'all niggas can't multitask)
Ayo, you know you can't do the remix without me (ah, motherfucker)
Don't nobody talk shit like me, bitch, check it out
Boy,
Party people
Party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force, can y'all get funky?
The Zulu Nation, can y'all get funky?
Yeah, just hit me
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
gonna do
Is clap your hands when I get in front of you
Hype beats and rhymes are the recipe
Yo man - don't even mess with me
We're gittin funky
A style
el nalgaje
Y antes que esto se acabe ella quiere que la encajen
I caught it bad just today
You hit me with a call to your place
Ain't been out in
Party people
Party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force - can y'all get funky?
The Zulu Nation - can y'all get funky?
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
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