YOURS!! - [Flavor Flav] [Ice Cube] Five niggaz on the roof with the proof And one went out White boy wanna know what it's all about Back in St. Louis
groupie I ain't stupid, I know what the truth be You was up chilling with Yeezy last week You nasty, admit you nasty Trying to act classy, ask for a glass, please Grab a glass and get what
me tell you what we're all about Dance, dance it's your chance Shake those pants, do that dance Jump, jump, move that junk Change that sound and make it funk
Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug
know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby Ladies love me, I'm on my breezin' Future of the funk, without
Can't get any harder Than what I got, 'cause what I got is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder 'Cause what I got, 'cause what I got is sho'
, I need you, baby Need you now I don't care, what mama don't like Give it to me anyhow Gimme, gimme my thing What you got, what I need What you need, what
Didn't say what you meant You just changed Brand new funky President Stock market goin' up, jobs are goin' down And ain't no funking jobs to be found
She caterpillar so good that all the greeks go ?killa? break and enter take ya like a glass of milk then ?spill ya? saw her coming what a scene what
you high Don't rely on us, to get you high Yo, put the needle on the record, here we go again It's the brand new funk for real Mass appeal, it's everlasting
to the groove y'all Let it unwind your mind No intoxication Unless you see what I see Dancin' hot and sweaty Right in front of me Call it what you
[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
and forth across the court until we give out Do you take it all or spit it out, are you faking the funk and living a lie? Do you really know what it feels
, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame All over your game like them shorties who claim That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug A life filled with (unverified) that's what
's either him or me, champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk
the track and don't be trapped by Babylon chorus Set your eyes to Zion Jah Jah people ride on Forgive them Lord, for they not know That what they
that has been given to me We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk This time
me tell you how it goes Curve's the word, spin's the verb Lovers it curves so freak what you heard Rollin' with the fatness You don't even know what