Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Rictacular
Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Stimphil
Songwriter
Ricardo Ricketts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Papa Zaniel
Producer
Rell Burgundy
Engineer
Texty
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
Life of the party
We walk in and we start it
You shop at Target
My outfit, dearly departed
In Broward, we moshing
Pushed in the middle get lost in
We better not see you in target
Bodies on bodies bombarded
This broccoli the sparkest
Yeah I’m high and I’m coughing
Swimming in her ocean, bout to drown and get lost in it
Wait!
Swanton Bomb when I’m diving all in it
Call me 'Strapped Up Baby', I ain’t going raw in it
Pa-Papa Zaniel hoe, recognize I’m authentic
Read between the lines, bet your dollars, bars in it
All my big homies said 'you gonna be a star ****'
Your girl gonna fuck with me because she like my car ****
Hole-in-one, or birdie, but I ain’t a par ****
Sloppy, like it saucy, I’m an a-la-carte ****
10 toes down I ain’t going far ****
I got a bottle at the house, motherfuck the bar ****
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
Rolled up with the loud and we rolled up wit the yak
Where the tree room? They say 'go and check the back'
When I’m with da squad, man I don’t know how to act
Throw back feeling like return of the Mac
Catch me in the function, I be decked in all black
Yeah we finna juke and we sticking to the wax
Dj got us turnt cause the party really slaps
Man I hit a 90’s bop like this show is All That
Turnt to the max, this is no cap
On the scene with the team
Working the racks, parties, all daps
Made a lap
To kitchen with the scratch
I’ve been cooking up a batch
Tell me 'is you tryna match?'
Got my bacon now, need hash
We about to light this gas
Everybody get ya roll on
All my letters get ya stroll on
Ladies get ya glow on
Function got us so gone
It be right till it be going wrong
Then the DJ cut the song
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
They be asking
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function
(Where the funk)
Where the function at
Written by: Daniel Stimphil, Ricardo Ricketts