gold mark twilight Kick the flipper so I can see my light I screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Bad funk stripe Bad
the goldmark twilight Kick the flipper so i can see my light I screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Bad funk stripe Bad
Translation: Grinspoon. Bad Funk Stripe.
on the goldmark twilight Kick the flipper so i can see my light I screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Screamed hooray for flashing bad funk stripe Bad funk stripe Bad
out the blue No, after you Oh, thank you, Lord for throwing some shy Bones in my body let me tell you why If not so, I'd be too, too bad When it comes
the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here
? I'm not Casper, I mack all the ghosts Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip
run no gangs, don't shoot no dice Gave the same damn speech to the Oakland Vice But if you keep pushing, just like you When they see me on the strip,
comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, I gotta be slammin gotta be comin, and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, cause that shit bad for
stripped fats I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, go 'head, funky funk
eyes pull out a tool And chop the head from a body lying at his feet My mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnage They were stripping the rotten
You could be black, Puerto Rican or Dominican Room 219, I don't care, send it in I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five Make it a six, big bad son of
so hard mi vida but I still try Workin' hard to make a difference before I die [Verse 2] Freakas of the funk yo it's the funk freakas The dog's
little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you I ain't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude Verse
You want a freestyle kid, I'm wilder than the penile Back up off me, give me room to breathe And you takin' up my spot, nigga please I'm as bad as they
gon' hurt They call us WINGWORM 'cause we mastered this dirt I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's
sack Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself
