 Funkdafied (explicit) » Die lirieke [+ Voeg +] |
1. _ Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit
I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...yoooooohoo
Chorus: i be da b-r-a-t the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit (say 2x)
Verse 1:
Uh, fool sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that)
Well let me lift you to the sky
Just climb aboard the b-r-a-t ride
Those with no love i stay about like god
Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick to pull ya card
And it don't stop and it don't quit
In ninety-fo i be the sho shot shit
And in years to come shit ain't gonna change
Sosodef, you know the name of the game
And those that say they don't, nigga bitch please
Cuz, we be known for makin' dem geeees
Settin them swole, steady going gold
Whateva we release, whateva we unfold
So now you know in ninety-fo who's the shit
And who's got the shit dat you just can't fuck wit
Chorus
Verse 2:
Well yo, i ain't no joke never have never will be
Down your whole block you can feel me
All i do is keep fucking it up
The doper my shit the bigger my come up
Now tell me have you ever heard a female vocalist
Swift like this that kick shit like this?
I don't think so, i don't think you know
No hoe that can flow like i flow
And plus if you like it rough and rugged then you love it
Play it say it day to day you never ever get enough of it (wooooooo)
Ain't i ridiculous its dat bad mamma jamma
Like hammer you can't touch this
(don't fuck wit) my shit (nor) my click
(don't even trip) cuz you bound to get split....biiitch
Ain't no thang ain't no thang
For me to put it down and make you motherfuckas swang
Bridge: di di di dah di di di dah di day
All you suckas anxious won't you please come out and play (say 2x)
Chorus
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2. _ Ain't No Thang
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3. _ Mind Blowin'
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4. _ Fire It Up
Verse 1:
My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach
When i take flow from all dat smoke dat i smoke, no joke
As i commence to take flight its gotta be first class cuz this ass
Could give a fuck about coach....bitch
(how high do you fly when you fly back?)
From da bottom to top- top to bottom and back
Now as i lay me in da cup gettin fucked up
Puffin on blunts and comin up with some mo of dat funky stuff
Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus
No its dat hocus pocus abracadabra smokeyas
Fills up da room as i breathe again
One smoke from da ghetto its dem braids and
When flossing in my benz with my friends it begins
Smell the aroma puttin you in a coma
Its dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint go blank
Hey when i its da door all my niggas say,
Chorus: adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all dat chronic that i smoke)
Oh how we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up (say 2x)
Verse 2:
Its a new day new day truly ain't nathin changed
Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs
Your averaged, everyday black surrounded, bar-b-que, a little weed
Its some niggas with some bass pounding
One o'clock is da time to raise
Take a shower brush my teeth and correct my braids
Now listen up to what i say because this typa shit, it happens everyday and
(i gotta place where i soak some so) in da summer its a coolin
In da winter its a smoke ho
20 feet away from da house in da back
Surrounded by a gate draked in all black its
(its where me and my homies go smokin on that thang till it aint no mo)
How we smoke? (we smoke till i blast some mo)
Doin my thang kickin back relax and then
Chrous: say (2x)
We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby (say 4x)
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5. _ Give It 2 Ya
Give it 2 you
1 for da money
2 for da bass
3 to get ya goin'
Cause da brat in da place
It's me, da o.g. funk bandit (whose dat?)
Da b-2 da -r-a-t and in fact
If you ain't heard of me
Take a seat, lay back and listen
As i bust 4 yo ass on dis funkdafied mission
(just kick off your shoes and relax your feet
Party on down wit da brat and her beat)
Now it goes like dis and dat how it goes
I'ma give it to all you negroes and hoes
So listen up, make sure you listen up well
And don't miss shit cuz this bitch be bad as hell
(true of matter is i splatta it) talk shit
And in a gangta's way dat's how dem fool's get dealt wit
So want you wanna do bitch, don't even trip
(step up, step up) and i'ma bust yo lip
Cuz i know dat you know dat i know you don't want me 2
But keep on trippin and i'ma give it 2 you
(brat is da fantastic, romantic, single-handed bandit,
And damnit)
Don't get no betta
Betta it don't get no mo
Than da flo dat i flo
4 you negroes and hoes
Devastating, captivating, elevating, am i
Operating and i love 2 get high
(well nigga fire up, nigga fire it up)
At your request i guess it's time for me 2 get fucked up
It goes (1 puff,2 puff, 3 puff, 4)
From the bottom 2 the top, top 2 bottom i go
So now you know, what i ain't and what i is
It's da baddest new bitch in da hip-hop biz
O.g. is what i (am)
A brat is what i (be)
Blounts are what i (smoke)
And you can't see (me)
So let it go, cuz my shit is tight
Take it how it give it and enjoy da night
4 da nine fuckin 4, it's da brat and you don't know
You betta ask some muthafuckin body
Lodi dodi i came 2 party
Beeee-itch!!!
Word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, 4 real doe
Shit, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, 4 real doe
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6. _ Funkdafied
Da brat:
Hard times in the funk
Intro: jermaine dupri
Yeah, so funkdafied
So let's take a ride with the brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass
Chorus:
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
Verse 1:
Open up, open up
And let the funk flow in
From this nigga name j and his new found friend
I'm hittin switches like eric on the solo creep
For yo jeep it's the b.r.a.t.
Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left
It's the ghetto west bitch and i'm so so def
Nigga that's my click
Nigga that's who i rolls with
And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh)
Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic
With the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit
(why?!)
Because we so funkdafied
(why?!)
We make you move from side to side
Well, it's da g h da e t t o, nigga
Brat and j.d. comin' like that big baby
So lay back and listen as i catch up on my pimpin'
And freak this dest just like ashford and simpson
Chorus:
Cause i'm so, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
Verse 2:
Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me
And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me
It's like that and as a matter of fact
When it comes the brat tat tat tat
I make your neck snap back
Meaning i got the hit that a get'cha bent
Tearing the roof off this mutha like parliament
I'm on a roll in control like janet, damnit!
Brat your the funk bandit and they can't handle it
I know
That's why i keep hittin'em with this grammer
Lettin' all ya'll know that i'm the real mama jama
Straight to the head like a chronic sack
I pass the mic to the brat and yo i passed it back
Wella sistas and fellas
It's time to get your groove on
I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes
Breaking these fools off proper like
It's s.o.s.o.d.e.f. dynamite
Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like ralph k
And since this ain't no honeymoon, i'm here to stay
And the way we comin' at cha
Baby we can't miss
There's a new tag team in town
Nigga, whoomp, there it is
Chorus:
Cause i'm so, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkadfied
So, so, so funkadfied
So, so, so funkdafied
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7. _ Fa All Y'all
(verse 1)
I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card
Hard late for the boulevard
It's da b to the r a t with the bump
Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front
Of your ride (ride) where i live that's what they like (like)
So that's what i give
Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep
And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all
Well..........
(hook)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's da brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass
Fa all y'all, fa all y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's like that, it's like that, it's da brat
Fa all y'all, fa all y'all hey hey
(verse 2)
Now that da brat's in the house yo the house is packed
Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back
As i sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood
All fa y'all cause everything is good
Now..... lay back listen to the phattest
Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus
At a status you ain't got to check
Cause y'all knows that i definitely gets wrecked
So, uh
(hook)
(verse 3)
Gotta give thanks to the funk when it's time to pray
With some fine ass dank now it's time to play
That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be
B to the r a to the t
Just niggas and bitches on every side
Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied
And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem
I'll grant them if you can chant them
Like everybody else..
(hook)
I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk
I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk
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8. _ Come And Get Some
Verse 1 - da brat (mac daddy)
Get down... ain't no room to mess around
When da brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
It's that new nigga on the block and i don't slack
Ta- dow now (i know you love how i put it down)
Now (i know you love how my shit sounds)
So close your eyes as i mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times i'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what i write or hold that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this g be hitting your ass with a blast
Now (there i go there i go there i go)
(with my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
(hook)
When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing i'm always ready to go
So i know that you know that i know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
(verse 2)
To be or not to be fucked with is da brat with some gangsta shit
I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
It be the crooked letta o double that once more
Def and i have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As i bust shit niggas can't fuck with
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's
On, till i let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as i puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad locc up i smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
Cause in '94 i be the wrong bitch to fuck with
(hook)
(verse 3 - mac daddy)
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
The m-a-c's who i be kris kross is who i represent
For so very long
But this time i'm with da brat and once again it's on
With the k to the k (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. mac pack now can i drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas on my dick cause i got green and i'm a fiend
To the microphone which i'm known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time i'm hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
To the king that i may very be
The macadocious a-town player the m-a-c
(hook)
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9. _ May Da Funk Be Wit 'cha
(verse 1)
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the r to the a to the t
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
The city of c-h-i is where i'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here i come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is da brat and ain't a damn thing soft
About me, no doubt the b-r-a-t
Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's
So funkdafied who can be this lady
Brat westside bustin like a 380
From the top of my head to the sole of my feet
Broke down smoked out locced out is she
That bitch that'll hit ya get ya
And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
(hook)
Fall into the groove of the waxin
Let my music take you high-e-i
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
(repeat)
(verse 2)
A real fresh voice over top of low frequency
Is the chain like connection between you and me
Why? cause i got that bump de de bump
And baby you got them humps in your trunk
So it's on (shit)
Lay back nigga we fin to ride
I gotta get high i gotta get mine
Baptized all up in this funky shit
Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with
I got what you need do you wanna fly?
This is your brain on drugs and i
Have been captured taken over by
The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
It's like fire locked in my bones
Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah)
And that's how i hit ya
And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
(hook)
(verse 3)
Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down
It's da brat watch your back when i'm in your town
Cause i gotta be funky i gotta be me
I gotta be that same bitch from the streets
A woman of my clad
Commin up with the motherfucking funk so i know my track
Right, can you feel it do you hear what i hear
Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear
Double s-o definitely
So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy
Brat on that ass fallin back once more
Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto
You better ask somebody if you don't know
I'm from chicago and you can't fade this ho
And that's how i get ya
And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha
(hook)
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