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Correct Why You Wanna Funk Lyrics
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Correct Why You Wanna Funk
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[Intro: some dred woman] Dere's no time for dem future Come short wit me 9 milimeter Body beater, doesn't pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh [Repeat] [Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40] Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't Think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate Just a down ass nigga that you think you know But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past And I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass Ain't no more pilin up your faeces Cos niggas be actin like bitches Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart Like me, bring it back e'rybody die Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf Even though I'd rather do the shit by myself [Chorus:] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no [Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T] Things are kinda cruel on the streets Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me Why is that? I had no son enemies I got rid of every last motherfucker For the simple fact I can't trust a Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit You come my way so ya have to die bitch I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead Beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin Wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva Neither you or crew that you pumpin Wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9 Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me Swing my way you get your dome sprayed [?] [?] fucked around and became my best friend Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!" Like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!" [Chorus:] [Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1] Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named [?]"Xena spokes and Vogues"[?] Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el Late night, greedy gut, major clientel Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I Love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker With my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth When I fill your ass to the rim like brim I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker [Chorus:] Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know that you ain't gon' shoot [Repeat]
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