Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
Yeah, for real, I like this.
Black House Productions.
Coon Dogg Records.
G
Am
Yeah, something funky for the hood.
G
Am
Giddy up, motherfuckers,
I'm about to show
niggas what's really up.
You gon' know it,
G
I be blowin' the whole city up.
Am
Every time you turn around, there I go
I touch you how you want me
G
to touch you up in the flow
Am
I give you one for your money,
motherfucker,
two for your show
Three for your hog legs,
G
and four to puff on the slow
Am
Blow the caravan from South
F
Ford to Parry Landing
Am
Wait on the ambulance hiding behind
G
Am
the avalanche poltergeist
Come through your TV for Carolan
You blind, you can't see no
G
better than Daryl Kane
Am
When it rain,
you can picture the black Sutter Kane
Write lyrics sharp enough to go
through the skin and cut a vein
I'm low -tolerant,
grabbin' and body -collarin'
A week later,
F
G
you read an ad on him in the Metropolitan
Am
I turn Philip Banks,
niggas up in the Jeffries
And shit do get messy,
G
especially when they come to test me
Am
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
F
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
F
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
M .J.?
G
For sure, now I believe
F
I could fly like R. Kelly
Am
With a bag of raw smelly
in the car smokin'
Even though I'm high already
I done done the dirt
that make you niggas' stomach hurt
The shit that make you burn up
when I'm hotter than hell's belly
My love songs will bring
Nelly closer to Kelly
Bring him and them closer to Kim
G
without the machete
Am
I have old Ike cryin' for
another shine with Tina
F
I have old Martin tryin' for
Am
G
a second time with Gina
Am
I saw him abroad in the Beamer,
but he still ain't seen her
Johnny say it's cheaper to keep her,
F
G
cause these bitches are cleaner
Am
I could do damage
and make niggas panic
F
across the planet
Making hoes show tinnitus
like old Justin did Janet
Am
I make you go into rage on stage
F
Am
while the devil got his ass
F
G
in heaven with old Mays
Am
F
Over hot tracks, some hell on the mic
I got a passion for music
like old Mel had for Christ
Am
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
M .J.?
For sure
F
G
Am
MJ, won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
For sure
G
Am
MJ, won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
For sure
G
Am
MJ, won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
For sure
G
Am
I get up and get down
with more feelings than James Brown
So when your roof on fire,
G
I'm cold enough to bring
the flames down
Am
Since I came down,
niggas jump on the train
Thinking I'm a lame brain,
G
talking all this fortune and fame now
Am
I done done it, nigga,
so you can keep your change now
F
My money stretching like my dick
G
when it hang down
Am
F
Ain't it strange
how that bomb got on your range
Am
And when you showered,
F
you noticed blood rushing
G
about your drains
Am
When I wreck you,
it ain't no one -two checker
Your ass feel pressure
F
G
before they put you on the stretcher
Am
It would behoove you to know
F
that I'd be the better man
I fundal a beast like Michael
Am
DuBois in Neverland
It's three things you got to break
amid a culture
That's the rules of the game,
F
G
nigga, your word, mountain ostriches
Am
So if I ever catch
you peeping on mine
I'mma send a present to your house,
ticking for time
G
Am
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
F
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
For sure
Won't you kick that funky shit for me, MJ?
F
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
For sure
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
For sure
Won't you kick that funky shit for me,
MJ?
F
For sure
G
Am
Won't you kick that
funky shit for me, MJ?
For sure
I keep tellin' you all this, man
I gotta tell you everything, man
G
Am
That boy cold, I been tellin' you shit
since we was eight years old, man
That time when you and Lil' Bobby got into it,
man
G
Boy, I shouldn't take your
Am
goddamn head
off with a bat
I had to tell you what, I say old as duck
G
If y 'all wouldn't have tell your duck
Am
This nigga was gon' sprout in your brains
All over the country, man, the bark old
Let's listen to me next time
when I'm tellin' you stuff, man
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