Devin The Dude, 8Ball - Tha Funk lyrics
[Devin The Dude, 8Ball - Tha Funk lyrics]
We want sweets, blunts, joints and bongs
And the smell of a skunk
But what the funk is going on
With these new mark-ass niggas
Funkin' up the game no techniques
They peep our style but they still lame
We rollin', macking on these hoes when we jam
'Ju know how we do it when we record tops and
Bass, keys, board, lead
Drums that explode and make
Your earlobes bleed
And got freaks coming through and
They got funk too
Lies between they thighs, take a sniff eww
Let me see what it do
Ain't no sense in funkin' around
I pull it out, I put it in, and I put it down
We want the funk
The whole funk and nothing but
Well, you might, but I prefer the cunt
I'll funk her, I'll funk you
I'll funk the whole crew
And we'll all be funked up
Before it's through because
We want the funk gotta have some funk, yeah
We want the funk gotta have that funk, yeah
Funky like a toenail
We keep it funky so well
8-Ball and Devin got your girl at the hotel
Stretched out
Smoking up and drinking everybody on
The spirit's in me homie
Let's hook up and do a song
That funky shit that niggas lacking
We be coming with it
Boys wanna do it just because
Some playas did it
They love the way I spit it
Bitches love the way I hit it
Get up and leave 'em
Hit the streets because I gotta get it
And rap about it, every minute
Every other second pimp a flow and get the
Dough from selling plenty records
That funky shit that make them
Bitches shake that monkey shit
Them chunky bitches with they
Pussy smelling like fishes
Roll your hips and let me put my
Dick right where your lip is
Dip out the club and we can do
It over where my whip is uh, huh
That's the bidness ain't no faking in us
Nothing but the funk shining
Like a diamond glitter
And the smell of a skunk
But what the funk is going on
With these new mark-ass niggas
Funkin' up the game no techniques
They peep our style but they still lame
We rollin', macking on these hoes when we jam
'Ju know how we do it when we record tops and
Bass, keys, board, lead
Drums that explode and make
Your earlobes bleed
And got freaks coming through and
They got funk too
Lies between they thighs, take a sniff eww
Let me see what it do
Ain't no sense in funkin' around
I pull it out, I put it in, and I put it down
We want the funk
The whole funk and nothing but
Well, you might, but I prefer the cunt
I'll funk her, I'll funk you
I'll funk the whole crew
And we'll all be funked up
Before it's through because
We want the funk gotta have some funk, yeah
We want the funk gotta have that funk, yeah
Funky like a toenail
We keep it funky so well
8-Ball and Devin got your girl at the hotel
Stretched out
Smoking up and drinking everybody on
The spirit's in me homie
Let's hook up and do a song
That funky shit that niggas lacking
We be coming with it
Boys wanna do it just because
Some playas did it
They love the way I spit it
Bitches love the way I hit it
Get up and leave 'em
Hit the streets because I gotta get it
And rap about it, every minute
Every other second pimp a flow and get the
Dough from selling plenty records
That funky shit that make them
Bitches shake that monkey shit
Them chunky bitches with they
Pussy smelling like fishes
Roll your hips and let me put my
Dick right where your lip is
Dip out the club and we can do
It over where my whip is uh, huh
That's the bidness ain't no faking in us
Nothing but the funk shining
Like a diamond glitter