The Funk (Original Mix)

歌詞

Mystikal, what's popping? Welcome to the team I'm a political refugee That's how the fuck I felt Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail Big money, shit, Cash Money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head hunting, price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail Seeing how I'm better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, that what they told me Giving us piss tests 'Cause we stay rolling And know a nigga act better than a .45 Caliber pistol When they loaded They penalize us, trying to slow us down They constantly fucking us up That's why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna Fuck my woman and eat my barbecue How the fuck you wanna watch my house But don't wanna live on my street? The ape man taught Tarzan How the fuck you better than me? Rap, I run that rock And got a jump shot Who we got, that black wife Up in that White House I took my lick and didn't sell out I was in the bing, I didn't bail out Hoping motherfucker run and fail out Back to the top from the jail house Lace 'em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what pressure do Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail Big money, shit, Cash Money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head hunting, price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail Who out there fucking with me, huh? Tell me that I'm 'bout to drop that shit, where my Pamper at? Try to answer that or give me my mantle back I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You done made that fucking bed You done built this fucking castle Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal I wonder licking retarded, yeah, nigga what the hell Talking baby business, yeah, yeah, bitch, dumb shit Don't be fucking with me 'cause you won't get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees when they kick off football season How I cut the ref, you can't stop from bleeding Rappers better leave me alone if they gon' keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I'ma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking and imma keep on skeeting Nigga, you gon' be the one bussing or be the one fleeing Nigga, better keep on trucking You don't want no fucking trouble this evening Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail Big money, shit, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head hunting, price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be, that's why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum, that's percussion I just popped a couple pain pills, self-destruction I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out, Robitussin Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion Rep that motherfucking red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her, baby, I'm a thrasher We kissed, I lit her ass up than I ashed her No hard feelings, no card dealing but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car, my Mary in a jar I'm food, I let the haters add a little salt, that's cool I do it for all the niggas that try and all the bitches I've fucked And all my niggas that died, Tunechi Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail Big money, shit, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head hunting, price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail They call me, um, as a matter of fact, they don't call me (Deep in this ocean, yeah, hella choppers) I call them (Uptown, we in the building) As a matter of fact, I call them out (30504, boy, we in the business) (Yeah, billionaire minds) (One hundred) You scared of something? If I was you, I would be