bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mine's a Kronenberg mate The streets Who gots the funk? Geezers, geezers, geezers Who gots the funk
Перевод: Улицы. Кто Got The Funk?.
bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mines a Kronenberg mate The streets Who got the funk? Geezers geezers geezers Who got the funk
love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk
YOU WANT, bass lines and snares That'll make you hump, WHY Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL In ninety-seven he's a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK
needs a boyfriend? you need some ointment, just set up an appointment who’s-gonna-go-see-the-doctor first? we’ll do a coin flip i just got my one year
your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk
hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off Nigga, I hit 'em up [Epilogue: 2Pac] Now you tell me who won I see them,
the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the
is gone I be the shit out the pig It don't take much to split a fool's wig See I'm only one shot from makin' the headlines So quick niggaz got quarters
it smells like Funk it must be us The Funk Funk full foul stinky it's stanky stuff If it smells like Funk it must be us The Funk Funk full foul stinky
WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic Measurements, square, feet, and cubic We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO
Town, the home of the trunk poppers Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put
proper years of bringin' funk I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got
nigga plan like dishes Cuz now the bitch is getting suspicious She know I fuck whores outa habit Who framed Cube, mothafuck Roger Rabbit! Cuz I couldn't have and got
want me to do anything illegal again I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets I got Grammy awards on these beats Thank God for Cool Herc Without this shit I probably would’ve got
of funk (aha) As we do it one time Creeping through the fog Who dat y'all (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H) Creeping through the fog Who dat y'all (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H) (Aaliyah
or fins C'mon [Takbir] Yo- I got a rock style Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em With a distorted gist off string Who am i? Rushin' what leg? who
