bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mine's a Kronenberg mate The streets Who gots the funk? Geezers, geezers, geezers Who gots the funk
Fordítás: The Streets. Ki Got The Funk?.
bastard Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers Mines a Kronenberg mate The streets Who got the funk? Geezers geezers geezers Who got the funk
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T Evil E's his name If you can't see who's rockin'
was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man Yo Randy Mac, you got some money? (Aw, you know what time it is, man I got...) Yeah, for some bail, buddy We got
all Busta rhymes in the place, y'all Makin' you feel real good, y'all Flipmode is the squad in the place, y'all Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don'
the spray can Providing three coats For both child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got
work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up She's got class and style Street knowledge, buy the
the law they at me Lookin at a thug keeping it raw I got you Fuckin with me wrong well look what happened Thugstas got it thugstas got it We on the same
pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/ i got my own version called the ghetto passion
a rookin', nigga You fuckin' with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk I got a and a (SK, AK) And
old bitches break for Bingo Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single Who's the
me the funk, I want the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just bring me the funk, bring
who I go with I say whoever wanna go And we can go wherever you like They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who im fuckin I say whoever
got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners make 'em disco, come on What you want, disco, we got it for you We got the funk
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed, homie
Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin' off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn
