come with it cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg
' But still they actin' like criminals [Unverified] reciprocal They don't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you go When I pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop) That funk
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the funk lovers Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want
nigga up with a nickel-plated triple beam Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with Taught a nigga how to get to funk, when it jump If
gangsta, you a sucker ass These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect With Icarus, Reggie
you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
a hole in your neighborhood you?re crazy but you?re lazy No need to live in a lean-to your troubles must be seen to seen to Money like it's paper with faces
you that I'm a emcee So you can chase the fame 'cause simply Difference is you a Beamer, I'm a Bentley Now wonder where I'd be without Funk Doc So this
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker
finger on the trigger My squad is gettin' big and my squad is gettin' bigger Some niggaz got style, some niggaz got taste Deaf squad got the shit, 'll bash you in your face
matter 'cause my shit get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk? With the bass
feel that the blacks in your community Are still mad at the racial situation? Yeah they still mad And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face
come through your pores Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze Mix, fidget, 'fore I rip it in four's Look at my face, you can tell that I'm slick
got hoes that don't know what Prada is Doc can shave up, cut your barber miss ? I turn out camps in to crystal lakes And fuck bitches face is what I'
con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on First issue, got issues What is hip-hop to hot nickels? It's like Funk Doc
of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz I know the club got enough niggaz To slap your face
women Down with the P Funk, F U N Kaich Down with the P Funk, P U Down with the P Funk, F U N K Why not? Let's funk until they smell it (Jump yo' ass