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Correct Giving Up The Funk Lyrics
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Mc Breed: - Hell yeah - We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house - And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house - And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha Chorus:(Repeat 2X) Ohhhh, givin up the funk Short Dawg: Now I'm about to get with this funk shit And talk real bad to a punk bitch Cause I'm that nigga she'll dream about Stickin my dick all in her mouth Cause that pussy don't last and I'm on the hunt Bitches like that is all I want But you playin that roll and can't say why Bitch get wit it lets fuck tonight It ain't cool, don't come with that shit I'll fuck that fat ass from the back bitch Tappin that ass like Gregory Hines You can have this dick, but them legs is mine Bitch, the pimp game is the motto I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado Make that money so the story goes Ride that bitch like a set of vols Dip in dip out of that traffic jam Freaky little bitch gotta have it man She like to get that money from all you tricks Shit sound better than Parliament I heard you was a hoe Where's ya pimp? Bitch chose me and quit fuckin with him Old once a month funky c*** bleedin bitch Can't do shit except make me rich Yep Chorus: Peewee: You love to fuck around for free But now you fuckin round with Peewee And being fine just ain't enough hoe you's a diamond in the rough So I'm sendin yo ass to D. C. Get me some cash to get my? Indica? Make my cd's, you tossin senators You can't get crossed up with the pd's They payin a cost to get g'd You got frost on your knees Fuckin and suckin them d's They usually be havin you cheesin I got the hook up for suckers Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets I'm buying beatin disease You tellim me what you want bitch You givin up the funk But you gotta pay a lump To this nigga name Peewee From the are-I-C-H-M-O-N-D Bitch you can't hang with me cause yo ass is scandalous Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end These bitches want these inches off the dick, cause I'm with the Dangerous Crew Motherfucker you's a punk and I can't hang with you Ant Banks: Yo, be comin straight out the pussy Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap How hoes get cussed at Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat So tramp, I?? Your tramp to much bleedin Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me Ya'll stay off my level six You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid Makin the devil get Mad, when the bass and treble hit So wise up Keepin yo eyes up I'm lookin for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and thumps one I bust two and rise up I'm ready to slide my dick in something hot as wet as you I bet its you I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through Give up the pussy, give up the head Drop yo panties and rub your c*** Do the splits, rub your tits Yeah, I like the freaky shit So give it up to me straggla Fuck the cheese and bragger Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her Cause niggas be takin the pussy Just give it up to me bitch Don't fight it The last bitch that tried it, don't fight it I'm just like a bloodhound You lick my balls and give me a rub down You want me to eat your pussy, but you stank bitch Go scrub down I get up inside the pussy, spend my day in it Lay in it, play in it Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it Imagine my dick's the basketball Yo pussy is the basket I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank bitch Cause you gave up the funk Chorus: M. C. Breed Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no bitches I'll just be clockin my riches Now bare witness as I spit this Shit that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously And niggas be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be Some shit that they ain't Some niggas front, but I can't I'm sippin tough on the drink And makin barrels of bank Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit I'm comin with that funk shit See that's how I was raised and my real niggas want this So nut up or keep walkin And shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin nigga Before you get your back broke Now what you wanna fuck with a Oakland city mack for? The place you can trip on Where the niggas be mackin, stealin, killin and pimpin to get they crip on And take it to the next phase We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze That's why they call me bad ass Cause I be puttin boogers on bitches and fartin loud with my fat ass But yo, I gets paid for that And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack So what the fuck you know about me A loked out, funky ass pimpin og Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-you-T Chorus
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