I'm still
creepin' down the street in my
Nissan truck
But I got some new
Daytons, gold as fuck I turn down the
street where my homies hang
Same old thing, spray sling and a cane
It's some jackers on the
set and they don't
like to see
But I don't give a fuck cause I'm strapped
like a
G
A nigga named
Money
Mike approaches me
He say I see you still pimpin' like an
O .G.
I said, bitch, get off my dick with that hoe shit.
I thought your ass got killed,
you a limit trick.
In the seat, ain't got time for these suckers.
I put my ped al to the metal,
road pass motherfuckers in my
Nissan.
Boomin' that funky shit.
Pumpin' up these
A12s and I can't get missed.
Fend the road to
Dixon
Circle cause my homies a chill.
Smokin' endo weed and
drinkin' that cold beer.
But the seat don't smoke weed, I just drink
O .E.
Kickin' it like a true vet on
the downy streets.
Can you understand my rhyme
when my rhyme is cool
You can't understand my
rhyme then fuck you
You see
I wrote these
damn things cuz they're fresh
My funky green track passed every test
It takes a lotta time to make a
funky dope ass rhyme
That's why I rhyme and see weight
and bust it primetime
Everybody in my hood
know about the scene
The funky rhymes say I'm from
Cali,
G
Stayin' in big
D and flowin' with
Beats
Can't nobody in your city
fuck with me
You'll never catch me slippin'
My bitches say I'm trippin'
every time I'm leavin' her crib
I'm zippin' my pants up
Now you know what's up
Cause a nigga like to sleep,
it's rough and tough
I fuck a monk, you know, with a
D .O .D.
It's called the dick of death,
and the place to be
Step up, young freak,
and come and do that lick
Suck a nigga like a champ
while I play with your tits
Ain't nothing better than my
big ass dick
All between your black ass lips
Funky lyrics don't trip
cause I'm coming again
Part 2 is on your ass and I'm fresh from the pen
I was a new
Jack I thought you knew that I like to
roll to my beats funky lyrics
part two and I'm back on the streets
getting better than ever I had the
Niggas cope trippin' off the
track trendsetter
With the bass hittin' so damn
hard up in the
D -Town streets
I make a dope -ass rhyme,
still funkin' fresh in the leap
I'm still hard on a bitch,
and when I roll I creep
Sneakin' and peepin' and
checkin' out everything
But if your tricks wanna jack,
I got somethin' for ya
Step up and get slayed,
little low -life clucker
Dumb stupid motherfuckers
wanna jack the seat
I guess them warts don't know,
I kill a bitch for fuckin' with me
I never slip or trip when
rollin' the strip
Because niggas will try to gank if
they think it's your bench
But I know the game,
Ron
C's not lame
Funky lyrics part two on your ass, man
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I bust funky lyrics and I do it again
Now all these punk niggas
wanna be my friend
Step on back before you get smoked,
sucker
Cause I ain't no joke, and you bitches,
better listen to me
Cause I'm a true pimp,
come and suck me
Now drop your drum so I can
hit your ass
Make me bust nuts,
prove that you're back
Pretty hoe, you wanna roll for me?
You gotta pass a test for rhymes,
see, see
I can make it.
I can make it.
I