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Food For Funk
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Common
жанры: hip-hop
альбомы: One Day It'll All Make Sense
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What yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it yo You say a one for the trouble two for the time Come on y'all let's rock that uh (I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk) Check itI come to grips with mics I come to grips that a lot of mic users is dikes I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton Cold so I'm lampin' with no need for spotlightWhen I got light like an intersection, you talk But you came to my town with protection Election year, had the block hot I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a baby girl sorta cock blockI write rhymes like I come from the windy city With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality Casually, I walk through these war games Some claim say but then they take on whore names If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your lane If you're a man, I can't tell like if the door rang nowNow, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass What you wanna do girl (Wanna shout)To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker What you wanna do man? Yo, check it (Let go)Some niggaz be on the mic, sounding like dikes Allow me to get on and bust like Spike (Uh) Lee, I'm in the majors with no rotation Through stations of bullshit, I see through like a pagerIn the age of Aquarius, various things Is gonna carry us in intellect and what have you Street astrologist's interpret point stars and half moons Then end up on garages or walls in bathroomsEvery black moon, a rap tune move me The rap sun, I rain more than Rudy, that unruly shit is played It don't stop, it's time to get it, get it made I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's faceI know how the underground tastes I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace Get down based on true story, through Corey Came close to the teachersColder as the Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin' Linkin' with cats, who don't react to change in the years Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptiness, nowNow, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass What you wanna do girl (Wanna shout)To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker What you wanna do man? Yo, check it (Let go)I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk Yo, check it, check itI came through the corridor, with the aura Raw Chicago Mora, scope the horror Read between the lines and know the border Some pop wines for juice, I wait in the waterWaitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the crib We gonna get with your glamor, long as we know where it is Tell you ain't a player by your sweater doused with wack feather The Crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leatherI rap better than you, you or maybe him But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly But then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off, I kick assNow, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass What you wanna do girl (Wanna shout)To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker What you wanna do man? Yo, check it (Let go)I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funkI can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk I can feel the funk, I can feel the funkMakes me wanna shout, wanna shout Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout Wanna shout
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