Play My Funk

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Now everybody wanna play my funk

Now everybody wanna play my funk

Now everybody wanna play my funk

Now everybody knows me

I was walkin on the railroad

I sat my booty on the track

I saw this kid with the gap sack

So i snatched my booty back

I said looka here, partner

You know you can't be me

I be the one, it ain't two now

And you know it's true

Now move on

I got the fellas jealous cause i flows like none

I got the whole nine, need not pack a gun

No need for greed, see i takes then i feeds

To the young, sprung on the air that i breathe

You can't concieve how i braids and i weaves

Hear you over there, may appear

Some fear for the smear

We're gonna have in abundance

I write, see i write, see i write

Did you know that

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Now i'ma fuck around and make a b-boy mad in a minute

Shit, i'm so nice niggas think i'm freakin senate

Status - i rank top-notch, come on now

I've seen less mess in my restroom

Plop on up and fetch a fierce self-check

I digs how my voice takes muthafuckas over

Trick, back it up 'fore i buck, buck another

Pass me the present cause the future can't hold my soul

I pump fear in the mere mortal, beast control

I blast, punk, that ass fast

Feel the funk, savor 'fore you face defeat

My backbone of stone totes treats to beats

Now come on

Adapt to my taps, i'm two snaps

I'm too through, ooh, i'm too through

I kicks butt, strut as i gluts for fame

And goes 'can't nobody hold me'

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I'm the abyss, ready to determine your lifeline

You falls too short, so i be tall in your acetone

Death died so i'm here to stake my claim

Bang-bang, boogie-boogie, my style's a gang

Give it up, i funk it up, chick, i spits hits

Look back, you ain't stacked, get to face this

Who's bad? my notespad are flamin folks

Fire, on fire, koombaya, beaucoup funk

Now pump that in your tire, like that

Terry, bring it back, bring it back like that

My wranglers in need of a washin

Got no time to shoot the shit in no fashion

Pardon my french, i'll kick your ass - me no favor

Be that behind, i be the vain soothe sayer

Step up, bow to my spunk

Mama moves, i grooves, your lefts be my rights and...

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