: You just gotta hear this dope funky track I put together I mean it's so funky... [Chorus] So funky, so funky... So funky, so funky... [Verse 1] I
You just gotta hear this dope funky track I put together I mean it's so funky... [Chorus] So funky, so funky... So funky, so funky... [Verse 1] I can
Stop this nigga I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick We hit to split the scene go and blow something I don't need no witness so
yo' whole block Let's get funky, you want me, I thinks not So much black clothing ???? you black-out All the lights go out That's when all yo fight
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9 Movin up like you got it on yo mind Flexin up for that pussy
of shootin the gift, I'm bombin with my presents with the knack to make a torture pleasant Back to the bass root corn foundation As the funky beat comin 'cross yo
don't come for free So whenever you pay, pay for Kid Capri! "Kid Capri.." [x3] "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x8] [Daddy-O] Yo I'd like to give
left me home alone Dance for me in privacy, So no one else can bother me Fantasies of a centerfold So very beautiful but yet so bold Picture me and you
know you used to clown and talk shit in high school when we was fuckin' around ... 'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'mback, BITCH! To let yo' punk ass
as I'ma spend in this motherfucker? You holler "No cash, no ass!" Well then bitch, I pass! 'Cause I ain't givin' up no cash! Hell naw! Not to see YO' funky
't be a jerk 'Cause all we wanna see is your body work! But all we want to see is yo' body work! Work yo body!} [Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice] There's a lesson
wickedness.) Verse Two: Treach We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like
to quit [Chorus 2: 2Pac] I can't turn back They want me to stop But yo, I can't turn back [Verse 3: Spice 1] Comin up off a clip, So nigga don't trip
laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne Southside ain't southside without the team Niggas starving I feed em they'll ride for me When feds come, nigga shit gets funky
my older brother 63 3-3-3 and baby since ya so sweet sweet sweet sweet I promise not to go deep, go deep [69 Boyz] shorty yo this for real a brotha got
smoke pot, he sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so
