blade Thirty four years old, still in the third grade Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha
, c'mon what'cha waiting for? Let me know if you want some more! omfunk mc's gotta rhyme galore 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for? Let
the any and all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin' is small talk I ain't no punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't
ass I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan Masta No tellin' what these thick bitches would do Reminiscent of a big old picture of boo But hit cha
me but smooth Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune All tension is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like
people they will say I got it made And although I could rap well singing really is my trade And if I let'cha yes, then I'ma still let'cha know That I
coast to coast Soldiers on post, niggas we all strapped Nigga, we all rap, and we all bust caps, nigga Just gimme your number, nigga, get right back at'cha
it feel good to see us ball? And they can't take it from us at all And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da" Back at'cha
be a little sexy (Sexy things bring sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts) (Sex) I got an attitude, I got a complex I'm feeling funky, I bet'cha knew that (Feeling funky
got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your Head & Shoulders Brother older bold enough to fold ya I told ya A raid afraid of what I made of played Plus 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
're softer than a hooker?s chest Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em And I got rhymes, funky funky
to Heaven Come on y'all, we got to jam before the police come A groove this funky is on the run Shake your body till your neighbors stare at cha Quake
t cha dog me, girl I'll be here, I'll be here to wipe away your tears (Acknowledge me, I only wanna be your friend) Oh, don't cha worry about a thing
, in the heat of the night You know what to do, don't cha? Good love, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Cherry pie, apple kisses Everything is cool, cool Every little funky
me talkin' to ya? Alfred, don't, don't ignore me Say nigger, say Talk to me, come on, come on, talk What cha need, what cha need? You wanna, you wanna
baby So what'cha wanna do? (Ooh, I wanna melt with U) (Ooh, I wanna melt with U) This is safe sex (Ooh, I wanna melt with U) New power generation style A funky
Easy does it till the skull get your lungs full Take a deep [Incomprehensible], sit back 'cause Mack Got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick
