paperz and do thang Niggas ain't following ya true game, cause if they was They wouldn't be runnin' for they trunk Every time that it's time for funk
: She's got style that woman Makes me smile that woman She's got spunk that woman Funk that woman She's got speed my lady Got what I need my babe She
marsh pit like heavy metal Rock crowds from punk rock to soul And bring funk to monks and aunts and uncles What you getting good? We da real mother funkers Funk what you thunk we the ones that a funk
Show Me The Light, The Light Caught In The Line Of Fire Boy If You Want To And A Nigga Gon Be On Your Ass Like Skunk's Funk Pew I Grab My Dick Let My
come with it cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg
still they actin' like criminals ? reciprocal They don't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you go When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) That funk'll
, gotta learn their lesson Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy and I face
non avevo letto ma il tuo biglietto infilalo nel culo io fre non ho la cresta da punk trendy chi-chi man ho un attitudine funk piu di un new yorican
bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it Anyway you get ____, and I?m a grab it Turn around stares to your face then I jab it Drop you, like one
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like
Green-Eyed, Bandit, I be ERRRICK SERRRMON I gets real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical
' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face
ones standing tall Grab the one with the smile on her face And hit the floor and stay right on the case The heat is on And the funk just won't leave us
break up with that latin hunk Luis migul Nick cannon better back the fuck up I'm not playin I want her back ya punk This is hello kitty bed spread satin funk
: [Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is. Its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master
that don't know what Prada is Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss Betty you with a bloody blade I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake Fuck bitches face
gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha [Mastamind] Right now, I bring the dead body funk
: Devilish rockin' in hell Mind of a psycho funk I sell The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle Time to get wicked