(feat. Da Old Skool) The Perpetating Balling Ass Nigga On Your Block With Slave Money From The Record Company I'm Popping Now I'm On My Way To The Neighborhood
: (feat. U.N.L.V.) [Redman:] Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga [Intro: U.N.L.V.] We right back at ya When ya see this shit comin B.G. and U.N.
my sawed-off 'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up Buckle up Chin checking It's on I reckon It's the wild wild west Get your 40 and your blunt
? Yup Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo Some say it
you drown [Chorus] [Al] Yo bust the remix that we fixed [Ill] You know it's mad lethal [Al] Creep in the jeep [Ill] Pump funk for the people [Al] Evil
from the outskirts bag of weed in the pocket 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
hey punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, I got a glock in my pants I don't dance, I sit around I don't sip 40's, I pound I been around
: Bootie Brown: Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice their
m offendin neighbors Runnin my label out an old Winnebago nigga! [Chorus: Melanie Rutherford] Ooooooh, shoulda knewwwww That we gon' briiiiing, that funk
the funk thang Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite The work perfected, when the funk
Chorus] [E-40] Motherfucker! [E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do [E-40] Da-Da-Da [x2] [E-40] Motherfucker! [E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do [E-40] Da-Da-Da [x1] [E-40] 4-
flow on (flow, flow) [Cedric Ceballos] Now I told you once before its the mad punk kickin rough stuff, quick dunk nigga back the funk up yeah give
I consume, always cartin the mushrooms with clear sight, the daylight's like the night a closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise a nice 40 ounce a O.
line and black and brown representing town and town while packin pounds and jacking rounds never hesitate to iniciate the funk and if we feel there's funk
eyes When it comes to defending my title [Woodie] Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40
shinin' Khakis creased up Sharper than a diamond I wasn't invited So I might be out a place I'm peepin' the scene I feel no funk But feel the bass They