me the funk, I want the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just bring me the funk, bring
Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
) But I came to get this thang crunk for you (But I came to get this thang crunk for you) And I don't know who you came to see (And I don't know who
. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got
who I go with I say whoever wanna go And we can go wherever you like They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who im fuckin I say whoever
her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got
got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners make 'em disco, come on What you want, disco, we got it for you We got the funk
still got that, uh, like Jordan Call in, anywhere I go it's cheers 'Cause they yell my name like Norman Walk in, look cool Flow like the ink pen, got
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed, homie
Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin' off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn
like a G, baby! [Verse 2: Redman] Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! I got strippers on the pole They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!" Nigga, I got flow My jewels
you down with the pound] You got a lot of buiscits [Ayo but where they at now?] Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens
driver roll up the fuckin' partition Who them niggaz that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite? Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) Yeah yeah Well who
on his ass, take a blast up a nucker For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums Like a happy hooker with a dildo I spas on anyone who shows his ass I got
I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks 'em up proppa, ask Biggie Smalls, ?Who Shot Ya?? Funk doctor, with the 12 gauge Mossberg Look, I got
care Bitches say you don't got money I don't care Yo, nigga say he nicer than you I don't care I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out (I don't care) He got
the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in So prepare to wear scuba gear equipment I wet it, my tape underground leakage It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus The man who