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Sadat X - The Funkiest lyrics
[Hook] Make it the funkiest (Make it the funkiest) Make it the funkiest (Make it the funkiest) Make it the funkiest (Make it the funkiest) Ooh, whoa, ooh [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll bring more, much more to the board I'll draw guns, be the first slingin' mud Whole lotta women and even old men See me on the streets say when you gonna hit up Wild rappers out there still tryin' to get up But I'll take ya boys way back, straight back Pull over near Lex, smoke roast of the fifth When I was nice now that I'm older I'm nicer Niggas line up, ya might as well sign up Cause this here blast is good for that ass My predicitons WHAT visit Japan WHAT Been to Africa WHAT sit down and feel that gut Went to Puerto Rico with my man Fat Joe And the infamous Louie Crack I know he got my back New York got sweet guns, got the smoke spots Give it I'm stashin' fuck it I'm smashin' All newcomers are goin' down this Summer Cause the X right here run this shit I'm as peace as peace can get Out standin' in the Atlantic just to get my feet wet Went to Roller Bear club, give the girl the real rub But girls yell sexual harassment But you go out, cage is ripped up in blades [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Women see the men hit the the grind on the dance floor If ya can handle that then unleash funky way And if ya can handle that then get the hell outta here This ain't the place to be joined with ya wife's affair Now girls stay in line everyone is how I thought of Parents watch the pack cause one could be ya daughter I'll take a penny for those who sound silly Skinny man carries the fire hose Looks can be deceiving can't ya tell with ya clothes It's all there, lucky I swear Will appear from the rear, grab ya ear then I'm outta here Hit the horn before the male goes group Ellie gas is my style of past Now I'ma run on this beat, whippin' out rude cations Manhattan location and there ain't no vacation So stay on ya guard, ya ought to be safe But if approached and large Ya walk around and think ya whole life is stars I'm reachin' I'm strugglin' I'm tired of jugglin' I'm reachin' I'm reachin' I'm climbin' I'm climbin' No one in the world got this style of rhymin' Check it out Old enough to know New York's about to blow Roll with the home team, Ross gorilla family Lay on sheets of satin In the heart of black Manhattan Now new style runnin' with the park rangers Hate to break down the whole gate People often see me in jams They be thinkin' I'm high Nah that just be my lazy eye But I can't front, sometimes I be chiefin' Ya hear that, girl at the bar wanna taste wanna hear that No I didn't come to this here with no gun I just got my lil' army, I just got my lil' army It's like yubba over there and yuba over there I think she should split when I decide to appear WHAT I wanna see her stay and her jam Army protect me the king that I am Ya girlfriend was slammed cause she fronted on my man And when she did that it was Hell up in Harlem I'll take the loot but I can pass on the stardom This is just a lil' verse for y'all to get wet A lil' something showin' soon I'm a threat You can bet yo, and you bet I'm gon' make ya head get wet Make it the funkiest [Hook] |
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