Tonalité : D# minor•
Verse 1
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I'm still
creepin' down the street in my
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Nis san truck
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But I got some new
Daytons, gold as fuck I turn down the
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street where my homies hang
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Same old thing, spray sling and a cane
It's some jackers on the
set and they don't
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like to see
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But I don't give a fuck cause I'm strapped
like a
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A nigga named
Money
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Mike approaches me
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He say I see you still pimpin' like an
O .G.
I said, bitch, get off my dick with that hoe shit.
I thought your ass got killed,
you a limit trick.
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In the seat, ain't got time for these suckers.
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I put my ped al to the metal,
road pass motherfuckers in my
Nissan.
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Boomin' that funky shit.
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Pumpin' up these
A12s and I can't get missed.
Fend the road to
Dixon
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Circle cause my homies a chill.
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Smokin' endo weed and
drinkin' that cold beer.
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But the seat don't smoke weed, I just drink
O .E.
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Kickin' it like a true vet on
the downy streets.
Can you understand my rhyme
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when my rhyme is cool
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You can't understand my
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rhyme then fuck you
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You see
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I wrote these
damn things cuz they're fresh
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My funky green track passed every test
It takes a lotta time to make a
funky dope ass rhyme
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That's why I rhyme and see weight
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and bust it primetime
Everybody in my hood
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know about the scene
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The funky rhymes say I'm from
Cali,
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Stayin' in big
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D and flowin' with
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Beats
Can't nobody in your city
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fuck with me
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You'll never catch me slippin'
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My bitches say I'm trippin'
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every time I'm leavin' her crib
I'm zippin' my pants up
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Now you know what's up
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Cause a nigga like to sleep,
it's rough and tough
I fuck a monk, you know, with a
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D .O .D.
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It's called the dick of death,
and the place to be
Step up, young freak,
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and come and do that lick
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Suck a nigga like a champ
while I play with your tits
Ain't nothing better than my
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big ass dick
All between your black ass lips
Funky lyrics don't trip
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cause I'm com ing again
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Part 2 is on your ass and I'm fresh from the pen
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I was a new
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Jack I thought you knew that I like to
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roll to my beats funky lyrics
part two and I'm back on the streets
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getting better than ever I had the
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Niggas cope trip pin' off the
track trendsetter
With the bass hittin' so damn
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hard up in the
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D -Town streets
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I make a dope -ass rhyme,
still funkin' fresh in the leap
I'm still hard on a bitch,
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and when I roll I creep
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Sneakin' and peepin' and
checkin' out everything
But if your tricks wanna jack,
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I got somethin' for ya
Step up and get slayed,
little low -life clucker
Dumb stupid motherfuckers
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wanna jack the seat
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I guess them warts don't know,
I kill a bitch for fuckin' with me
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I never slip or trip when
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rollin' the strip
Because niggas will try to gank if
they think it's your bench
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But I know the game,
Ron
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C's not lame
Funky lyrics part two on your ass, man
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I bust funky lyrics and I do it again
Now all these punk niggas
wanna be my friend
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Step on back before you get smoked,
sucker
Cause I ain't no joke, and you bitches,
better listen to me
Cause I'm a true pimp,
come and suck me
Now drop your drum so I can
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hit your ass
Make me bust nuts,
prove that you're back
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Pretty hoe, you wanna roll for me?
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You gotta pass a test for rhymes,
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see, see
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I can make it.
I can make it.
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