Übersetzung: High School High Soundtrack. Spice 1 And The Click - Why You Wanna Funk Want.
Übersetzung: High School High Soundtrack. Why You Wanna Funk [Spice 1 und klicken Sie] Want.
do the shit by myself [Chorus:] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull
half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you
uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck
can freack the freack the freaky funk flow there's a lot a shit I don't know like why do brothers be fronting at the show and why do the suckers get all
: Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Nas] To my dogs.. wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You
fake If you wanna fake, and you wanna flodge We said it before and we pullin' your card, People sweat us, to choose to come hard We buckin', you duckin' and bullets you
time's We go open the lab, and have us still writin' rhymes Nigga's wanna sound like you, and walk with a limp Everybody still wanna be like you, but there's only one Pimp And you
, for real ya didn't know the sista but she had a record deal they wanna see you at the top, then they wanna see you drop then they wanna call the cops
Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail How High? -- You better check XXL! Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare" Yo bitches say you
like all you toe-up hoes Niggas wanna test my testicles Nigga you my nigga If you don't get no damn bigga Niggas don't wanna see me when I'm off that
why they despise my vocals I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool Chorus: May I (may... I), may I funk
begins? [Verse 2: Lil Los] Yoc what? Your Glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk Cause ain't no turning back when you flaunt your strap, Leave
fact Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears Watch that homeboy that you
kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
in jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter than a Federal jail How high? You better check double XL Yo, niggaz say you ain't shit I don't care Yo bitches say you
yo it's time for some aksion Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen Yo Busta Bus, do you hear
