歌词

Ay, ay [Incomprehensible] Ay man, what is it man? Who own the record man? Man, who the hell are you man? Walkin' up on me man, lookin' like you so broke, man If it cost three cents to shit, you'd have to throw up You know who own the record Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man and listen So is it my turn again? Yeah, nigga it's yours Oh, I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? Of course Well, count down nigga to end for these fakers Bet we hit this time and we fade no takers Who thought the funk was despondent out the Westside Not be along for the ride but it's only for the trees That's right, so peep the shot And if I get it hot, baby, I'ma rock the twat 'Cus ain't no party like a party in the Penthouse suite And you know how we do it, baby, yo Tree So if the mack of the smack brings fear To them perpetrators right, when they was cowards right from the very start Pretendin' theys the ones that true But pimp who is they foolin'? Not me or you Fools confused, thinkin' we's on a decline 'Cus we kicks the P's and tell 'em about the funk this time Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Comin' at that ass again, it don't stop Bust a lean in yo 64 shift, take a hop to the top Where the hustlas hang out Endo remains to sprout, [Incomprehensible] knows what I'm talking about And gets host from my block to your neighborhood Tell 'em Quik, when you know it's back to no good I wish you would 'cus I'm true to this gangsta shit Now take a Tic Tac and bust 'em like a hoe in the hood, bitch Took my endz ho They say it's never enough you know I gots to have mo' but I'ma shake the spot infact I just jacked his trick and his fo' so I can crack-a-lack And straight P-funk anytime It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine Check yo ass with the shit that stank 'Cus 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk It's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4 When I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me though Kam and Watts up, from The Grass Roots No daisy duke shit, knockin' crazy ass boots Nigga please, we kick it like G'z Puttin' down work when I lurk don't even sneeze, fuck the Goldies That's just the Eastside way of getting chips When your raise up chillin' with the dogs and the rips New cars get tagged, ridas get wrecked Niggas caps get peeled back and chins get checked Don't expect no love, boy, no apology Kids ain't fallin' for yo child psychology In 9 and 4, mindin' yo business is the best bitch Screamin',? Watts riot?, we ain't even made a mess yet Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart You got to finish everything you start And ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Now niggas transform like deceptive cons We'll slice your ass up like Jeffrey Don Quik drop bombs on the P-funk tip Even though a nigga rap, you'll still get that ass whipped Please don't slip, ain't a damn than changed Numb yo ass up like some nova cane Have you all fucked up like you smoked some loot Hi-C still sippin' pussy like soup We got Kam, Hamm, New D and Quik And me myself, Mista Big Dick No I might not know which bitch that I want But I know on thing, I got to have the funk From ya speaker and not from ya ass 'Cus some of y'all bitches just won't take baths Hand picked niggas, just can't me tang 'Cus we true to the game and ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Can ya tell me? Who that nigga flipped? Goddamn muthafucka, it's the Gangsta D Kickin' shit for these niggas and all these bad necks 'Cus I got the dope shit for each and every set, next Up on line, it's that black ass K I could never switch it for ya 'cus I'm still the same way Me and D can flip the shit, kick down a funky flow We represent the P-Funk, you know what it stand for Now back up in yo ass again, it's mista Quik and I clown I got the shit that shake 'em down Break 'em down, take 'em down and now that I'm Chillin' with niggas mista 2-Tone, 2nd II None Playa Hamm and Kam well, goddamn Doin' it like we do it, ain't nuttin' but trues to it Rollin' with the funky 'P', I thought you knew it 'Cus it's nothin' but the best for the trues from the West Side 'Cus ain't nuttin' changed and you know that's right Yeah, this is General Jeff, bringin' up the rear Lettin' ya know we representin' With a all-start line up for that ass, peep this out We got Quik, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Playa Hamm 2-Tone and that nigga Kam If that don't move your ass, I don't know what will But no matter what, you gots to keep the P in it That's mandatory, baby 'cus ain't nuttin' changed
Writer(s): David Marvin Blake, Wilbert Bryan Milo, George Jr. Clinton, J.s. Theracon, Jeffrey Darryl Page, Kelton Mcdonald, Deon Jerrai Barnett, Crawford Wilkerson, Cleophus Baley, Craig Antoine Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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