cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up
on the set dope fiends die over a check ya niggas strive fo tha best to get some seats to rest in peace but funk don't die on tha set you must lie
so I had the hook up whole keys I cooked up now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick
an made a weak move Don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool But ain't no Bonnie an' Clyde nigga 'Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money
low but found no evidence They tryin' to wash me an our county like Downy Quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty Don't clown me, bitch Dyke hoes wanna lick
form, one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh hood Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got Eff it, I lick buckshots Hood, madman
Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da
know they can't control it Your grass be in the joint but they licked it and rolled it So what? I'm saying what is really what If the funk don't rule
we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, drop roll bar, that what I want, Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, I gotta
Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man, I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., ?Come now?, I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin' the P-funk
, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Be Careful What You Wish For today's Your Day To Get Yours blowin' Up The Spot From The Sixth Floor, Bent Off come And Get Your On Smoke On, Fish Funk
to the funk feet Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth Peace I gots to rock so pass the popcorn and shit Quick to lick a shot to umm
Yeah, Dirty South baby, Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor It's goin' down Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South
my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamin's Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits
my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits
condition it critical off to the bathroom There we go, you ride better than my new convertible Yeah, time for you to buss out the new red pumps I'm a lick
feel lick a shot, you feel lick a shot (Bom bom) You feel lick a shot, you feel lick a shot (Bom bom) You feel lick a shot, you feel lick a shot This