Funk, F U N K, u stank Down with the P Funk, F U Down with the P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank) Down
type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang head-banger Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part Niggas got squid on
, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing On the crime scene Body on the block Eyes open from the shock Of being popped in the neck Yet he still had
encyclopedia or media I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code Now I'm on allah's road to journey, into the realms of
I ain't the snitching kind of nigga, yo and I'm a different kind of nigga So you busta can't hit me Ain't no sentimental nigga, I'm seating on spinners nigga And when I'm dragging me
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo [chorus] [3rd verse-yella] Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me
been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done
diggin' for treasure Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep Thought you was TLC, You had to creep You say you had love I say you
John Stewart/George Yanok (Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin
Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still get hurt/ u got speak
U.K. Now eveybody surrounds us We're living high on the tour bus It's not that bad the best we've had I ate Italian in Germany I spent my money on magazines
turnin on me Why you wanna turn on me? Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?) When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?) Cause
on his face, leaned out the window and said: "Hey Hayseed, you wanna race?" Will I had nothing better to do since my baby gave me that big F.U. So I
I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's... Too late Tonight To drag
8-year old McCarthyist of 1979: I spent spring break on the flight line of a base in the Carolinas- the U.S. version of my dad had signed us in. And
try to get me come-up on, yo And when you see me, you know I got my come-up arm on Cartier called me up, rob me Yeah, we got your seed in the back of
with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag Your fans been had