Übersetzung: Gott Gettin Funky. Schwertfisch.
Übersetzung: Gott Gettin Funky. Rock N 'Roll.
poppa got a brand new bag? I'm comin with my troops, so raise the flag Allies are welcome, foes get crushed Mainly cause they talk too god damn much about gettin
to Rykers Island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my god wait it's the
slide like a slinky Slip and slide with my twinkie Welcome to my world As it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boo loo
dang coat boy I'm back My name aint Jack Tripper, but I'm a day tripper So watch me whip another funky rhyme East side swingin with the Boones wine Gettin
I destroy that philosophy with a eight Now let's build, you rappers are no frills I'm down by law, you sucka emcees sweatin' me for a funky fresh rhyme
to follow the funky flow from night to dawn Cuz most can't hang with my slicked up style A rhythmatically god-gifted child So just watch the two get funky
bond like super glue Its funky like poopa scoop And every word I say you can true [Big Boi] Well okey dokey KastOut I swear to God I got the highest
away, Hey [Verse 1:] The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye) The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play) The kid is older and gettin colder
Leather So Soft But Don't Think I Ain't Hard Bitch Say Weezy Make It Rain, I Say Bitch I Ain't God But I Am God's Son, But You Know I Ain't Nas See, He
along Name of Louis Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She liked the looks of me and my willy So I found her in the quarter Good God how I adored
shit gets mental In South Central Please, could you bust the instrumental? Givin you a migrane Is it a bird or a plane or Soul Train? Funky like Coltrane
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat My peoples are you with me where you at? Shit's gettin
, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par, bars guitars So far so good, gettin' greater at last
you again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick
Luscious bitch, she is true But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature The proud mother of God, like all hoes Is, is jealous of her own shadow Who is this