-rhyme, double-dipper while you talkin' on my zipper I wanna know who's been naughty or nice With the device, turnin' grown men into mice I can flip funk
my name, my name is the Pasta Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance The funk, the funk, funky
m a get ill Some nigga tryin' to dis me? Now be for real I got the funk I flow, just to fuck ya ho And I'm cold gettin' pussy 'cause your bitch said so
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! (Akinyele) Money is the swee... YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele,
Intro: Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One. Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex so I say...
.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who
., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you
one kind seeing eye for the blind Witness what I carry on bears a further purpose From how we do slam a few then you want to purchase A dialogue of funk
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby That's right, this is called, 'The Basement' And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this From the Heights, not what
harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay Never cuse those who player hay-ay-ate Eventually y'all will come around my way-ay-ay Like I said nothing to say-
be twisted like physics (word up) Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit But it's automatic, I'm inorganic With the ability to travel nine planets
Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk
if you hear me (Ughhhhhh) and if we say bye bye bye then take my heart with you {Said during Chorus} Holla if you heard me Ughhhh Master P Sons of Funk Sons of Funk
my area, i'ma have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the Ghetto witch
higher and higher Our work was second to none But we got in the way Career plans were busted Our lives were thrusted with passion and fire Now that all is said
em" Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot The pentagon had a plan for a rescue They said intelligence never makes miscues
Coast and get love cos I ain't trippin on your ass I don't smash on niggas who are smaller than me I smash on niggas who big like the DPGC Ooohwee, I