Funky Beat

Check, uh, uh
Check, check, yall
Yo, Whitey
Fords the name the
Hunchback of
Notre Dame
Couldnt get more bent when its time to represent
I control it like rent in a slum tenement
Lifes hard like some men in the concrete jungle
I dont smoke jumbo so whatcha knockin for
Theres locks on my door we rock from the floor
To the ceilin aint no drug dealin
Aint no gat peelin you cant fight this feelin
Well, my styles golden hot like molten rock
Niggers come bold but leave here holdin jock
High roll patrol roll through the set on fifth
Arms solo sippin momo with a chick
Niggers take the penitentiary chances at the dances
Lettin off shots lit off the lanterns
Mad cause a ***** cant test with no access
To phatness like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
Im surrounded by
Casual and
Whitey Ford
The whole world and your girl from the
Bay to L.A.
To my blue end while
I aint tryin to die
Im tryin to live while
I cool out
And pick up my daughter when the bell says the school out
Who the hell brought tools in this peaceful event
Now I can love you, front you or we could hunt you
You played too close take a hit of this dose
A yes, yes, yall
A freak , freak, yo
So fresh yall
To the beat yall
A yes, yes, yall
We dont stop dog
We keep it rockin till the panties drop,yo
Uh, uh, ha,
I see the rappers bein ruined
By you and whoever is doin that crap, they got me booin
In fact, Im gettin to em may an electrical poetical surge
Give me the urge to consume, the tomb and submerge
The depths of adverbs
Keep it sick analytical, you pitiful trick
Im the pinnacle and the prodigal
Rhyme styles, hip nautical * *** the artical
The artist is hardest to harvest the hard ****
I slave till all my work is done
Im cashin in
Stack up my money for a grand set
I like them all house parties rockin
Plus, Im up in your cozy
***** turn your head and keep your eyes
Where they supposed to be
Supposedly
I was seen with something lean, uh
Brown skin,
I keep it bouncin,
I say loungin
On the side with red wine,
I know that **** on my floor aint swine
Now back it up, stack it up and hit me one more time
It might be your phone call but check it, its my dime
And I know shes fine but get off my line
Or Ill break that spine and then maybe your face
You all up in my space like with
Puffy and
MaseBut thats just not the case cause
Im settin the pace
While you followin and swallowin savorin the flavor
In your audio for now quick suckin my style
Rock on, to the break of dawn
Just freak it, ah yeah, baby
Rock on, to the break of dawn
Just freak it, ah yeah, baby
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat
Ill leave a piece of my style flyin high up in the air
And youll say to yourself damn
Im glad I was there
This is as rare as me frickin share you people stare
But behind closed doors you will take it there
Yeah, I be the extraordinary judge from
Bay fareTo
Albee Square, tell me where the party at?
Ill be there let her hit the convey at
Show her where to rock the pony at
I be the man with the large amounts of sapphire fare
Im about to cut loose my dog so you all best beware
You can dance with flare and get out of your chair
We be smarter than your average boo, boo, bear
Rock on, to the break of dawn
Just freak it, ah yeah, baby
Rock on, to the break of dawn
Just freak it, ah yeah, baby
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funky beat
Cause its the funk, the funk
The funk, funky beat