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Funky Cha Cha

Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress

then shout! Lasers and blazers Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha

better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on Chorus: (put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood) Dyin wit'cha boots on (put

why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do

beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since

walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal but, yo I ain't all of that Hit'cha with

Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipated Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky

Like LL said, "Don't call it a comeback And face the fact, Jack, I'm all that" Here I am in the flesh I'm the funky, funky, funky, funky fresh Rhyme

U T E yeah You wanna blow it baby? (Yeah) You like to blow it don't cha? (Yeah) Can you take a deep breath? (Yeah) Heh, is that right? The funky, funky