[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 n***a body, don't
Think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate
Just a down a** n***a that you think you know
But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow
So pull that m**********r 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 f**k with me it's a slug for your a**

Ain't no more pilin up your faeces
Cos n****s be actin like b*****s
Pull a strap and don't use it, n***a that ain't smart
I know some n****s that'll take that kind of s**t 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 s**t 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
S**t, ain't nobody really tried to fake me
But it seems nobody wants to f**k with me
Why is that? I had no son enemies
I got rid of every last m**********r
For the simple fact I can't trust a
Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit
You come my way so ya have to die b***h

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 n***a 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
[?] [?] f****d 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, n***a 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 m**********r
With my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
When I fill your a** 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 b***h, I ain't no sucker
I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs m**********r

[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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Why You Wanna Funk Lyrics

Spice 1 – Why You Wanna Funk Lyrics

Songwriters: WHITEMON, MARVIN / GREEN, ROBERT LEE JR. / JONES, BRANDT / STEVENS, DANELL / STEVENS, EARL T. / STEVENS, TENINA / BELL, RONALD N. / TAYLOR, JAMES WARREN / BELL, ROBERT EARL / BROWN, GEORGE MELVIN / SMITH, CHARLES JAY / DEODATO, EUMIR / MICKENS, ROBERT SPI
Why You Wanna Funk lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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