, funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant Elements, and it's coming through your block Can't you smell it trick? Wanna copy-cat my whole format So you get funk
Lenox ask Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scammed I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett Now who got da funk? (We got the funk) A yo well I
, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo My flows remarkable, Doc walk like Kane From Kung Fu 'round the globe Throw obstacles, I'll hurdle them Herb and whack MC's Drum
And that's the drop from the dime, we'll change the groove Just to sample the funk, beeyatch {That's right, my nigga PeeWee friggin' the keyboards Tony T on the drums
Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for
Greenthumb, the serene one I laid back from the drum like a beach bum. Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number. Everybody give it up for the funky drummer
ass ready for the big beat bangin (What?) dick danglin, pants saggin Rank slangin while Toones spin the records Going back, back, forth and back It's that local janky-ass junkyard funk
and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) .. "Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!" [Coolio] I love the funk, and the funk
left just in time No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool In a sense we smoother than oils contents Loyal to the kick drum like flavor Bounce
(I'm at the boogie, baby) Why should I hold my breath? (Underwater boogie, baby) (He's deep) Feelin' that I might choke, oh (Aquaboogie, baby) There's a magic rhythm one with the a real drum
that for my mellow man No, no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump
but I pop a lot And back it up and catch a breeze in the six-drop And if it's sunny then I get deep in the kick drum You think I'm wack baby girl come
never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk
it up, let the fire show, don't let go Lock and load, raise that pressure Right to the edge, maximum and better Pass the limitation, this is not a drill Fell the drum bling, drumming
Big Tech N9ne's gonna be the one runnin' the race That's real I'm speakin' to everyone in the place I can deal with you don't like the drum And the bass
tat tat Let it all hang loose, never feelin' afflicted Go for what you want and it's called, unrestricted May the Lord be my witness From the "Funk"
Murder one, motherfuckers call it Re drum Doin' niggaz in and let them shells pile up From dumpin' on these niggas in my motherfuckin' face I breaks '
I got my zapper Creeping up on me and I got one hand on the wheel One hand on the steel, trying to break a nigga for skrill And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin' skills Funk