bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mine's a Kronenberg mate The streets Who gots the funk? Geezers, geezers, geezers Who gots the funk
Übersetzung: The Streets. Who Got The Funk?.
bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mines a Kronenberg mate The streets Who got the funk? Geezers geezers geezers Who got the funk
Them niggas always comin' with that play, You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way? Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk
ll put some change on you head take you off the street quick Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
do nigga Mystikals who I'm after Grab yo' steel and shoot I'ma killer not a rapper Lil' Wayne, he bout it too I'ma snatch if you got it Told ya before
ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped Yella went inside and got
UHH UHH) Take two to the gut I come to kick a scrumpdelicious bone out your butt You're funkin with the O-Dad; and yo, guess what I got a RHYME and I'
So when you start askin me, who got the props? (NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks) [Chorus] [Daddy-O] I grew up po', and the streets
the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the
, nigga So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin
: [Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by
cowards better be known Be approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the
bang, bang, duck quick I guess you rookies tough shit, cause you bust clips But suck dick Cause a kid got his cap pealed The rap deal, from the phonies who
A-H) Creeping through the fog, who dat y'all (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H) Verse 1: [Aaliyah] I've got the beats for da streets (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H) Everything I make is
Fergie] If it smells like Funk it must be us The funk, funk, funk, fat stinky stanky stuff If it smells like Funk it must be us The funk, funk, funk,
the law they at me Lookin at a thug keeping it raw I got you Fuckin with me wrong well look what happened Thugstas got it thugstas got it We on the same
