The Beatnuts, Melonie - We Got The Funk lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Melonie - We Got The Funk lyrics]
Never be the same, never
The Beatnuts kid classic material
C'mon man, whattchu gotcha head in ya ass
It's The Beatnuts
Put that other shit in the trash
Why niggas always tryna hate?
Like everytime we drop we ain't put
The fuckin heat in ya face come on
Think it's not? We ready to rock
Loaded with the macks to the back of ya knot
Still reppin for the kids on the block
And if you leave ya girl open
Chances are I'm takin a shot
This is that funk shit -
Get drunk and start punchin
Niggas in the face for bluffin
You won't see me posin on
The cover of nothin
Cuz I'm always on the low
Tryna cover up somethin
Big Pysche, I hit like a bulldozer
I see a chica with an ass like Trina
I tell her Pull Over
Mama - that ass look proper
Take ya panties off and twist it
Round the air like a helicopter
We got the funk we got the funk
We got the funk we got the funk
Aiyyo girlfriend's dyin to leave
She lookin at me damn like "this
Faggot won't let me breathe"
Cuz you won't let her dance my shit
Mad at the fact the club jump
When they bang my shit
And that's the way I'm keepin it homes
You got a problem? I suggest
You leave it alone
Later chump, I'ma go snatch me a hottie
Crack a few beers man, bullshit and party
Yes yes y'all yes yes y'all
I'm from Wonderpeople Corps -
Pyscho Les y'all beatnuts in the house
Hunnies wanna jerk and "beat
Nuts" in their mouth and swallow it down
They're sayin shorty's in that new video
Yo turn it down
It be the same hoes at my shows buggin out
Make you pop, lock, do the ro-bot
It's The Beatnuts, everything we drop is
You know we got it melonie, The Beatnuts
We keep it funky, everyday
That's it sorry it had to end this way
No more of these for you squeeze hahaha
The Beatnuts kid classic material
C'mon man, whattchu gotcha head in ya ass
It's The Beatnuts
Put that other shit in the trash
Why niggas always tryna hate?
Like everytime we drop we ain't put
The fuckin heat in ya face come on
Think it's not? We ready to rock
Loaded with the macks to the back of ya knot
Still reppin for the kids on the block
And if you leave ya girl open
Chances are I'm takin a shot
This is that funk shit -
Get drunk and start punchin
Niggas in the face for bluffin
You won't see me posin on
The cover of nothin
Cuz I'm always on the low
Tryna cover up somethin
Big Pysche, I hit like a bulldozer
I see a chica with an ass like Trina
I tell her Pull Over
Mama - that ass look proper
Take ya panties off and twist it
Round the air like a helicopter
We got the funk we got the funk
We got the funk we got the funk
Aiyyo girlfriend's dyin to leave
She lookin at me damn like "this
Faggot won't let me breathe"
Cuz you won't let her dance my shit
Mad at the fact the club jump
When they bang my shit
And that's the way I'm keepin it homes
You got a problem? I suggest
You leave it alone
Later chump, I'ma go snatch me a hottie
Crack a few beers man, bullshit and party
Yes yes y'all yes yes y'all
I'm from Wonderpeople Corps -
Pyscho Les y'all beatnuts in the house
Hunnies wanna jerk and "beat
Nuts" in their mouth and swallow it down
They're sayin shorty's in that new video
Yo turn it down
It be the same hoes at my shows buggin out
Make you pop, lock, do the ro-bot
It's The Beatnuts, everything we drop is
You know we got it melonie, The Beatnuts
We keep it funky, everyday
That's it sorry it had to end this way
No more of these for you squeeze hahaha