- The Beatnuts Get Funky 歌詞
- The Beatnuts
- Hook:
'Get Funky' 'Thats right' (x4)
JuJu:
Its the crook with the **** little cords and mass danger
Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
Complicated my style change I get stranger
Freak flows let opponents know
That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
Gots to get money kid you know how it goes
And Im still livin fowl even stickin up hoes
Psycho Les:
Equipped with the Beatnuts funk
Aint another brother kickin phat beats with spunk
Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked
I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk
I told you once and I wont tell you twice
I freak the stunks and I wont pay the price
For stickin in hun paradise cause its all good
I know you wish you could
Hook (x8)
Fashion aka Al Tariq:
You got the brews but the cool is just save ya
Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya
Raise ya give you junky juice that was major
(And you dont stop) comin from the soul
cause the heart is the funk spot
Diggin through ** ** that I found out in the park lot
Talk not, bustin crazy shots at the dont squeeze
Ju come down spray these ****** with the funk please
JuJu:
Somebody said you were looking for static G
Those who try to play me close could die tragically
I got a merciless flow thats infatically fatal
That attacks the brain automatically
Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
Im tryin to get money like Felipe Lopez
Hook
Psycho Les :
With a 1-2-3, 3 and 2-1 only type ? preacher could be this nun
Hun dont it sound sweet to the drum?
Drum trip as I flip till its done
Son act like you recognize dad
Run to poppa come get what you never had
Im (superbad) and ducks get mad cause its all good
I know you wish you could (get funky)
Fashion aka Al Tariq:
We got you wanna more puff from the Nut
Go on take a hit from my **** but its a rough one
Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one
Use to be two in the crew now its plus one
I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin
Blowin ya mind just like that red light beepin
Im a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye
Make way its the real superfly
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