Funky II Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am][G][Am]
[G]I'm[Am] still
creepin' down the street in my
[G]Nissan truck
But I [Am]got some new
Daytons, gold as fuck I turn down the
street where my [G]homies hang
[Am]Same old thing, spray sling and a cane
It's some jackers on the
set and they don't
[G]like to see
But [Am]I don't give a fuck cause I'm strapped
like a
G
A nigga named
Money
Mike ap[G]proaches me
He say I [Am]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 [C]time for these [G]suckers.
I put my [Am]ped al to the metal,
road pass motherfuckers in my
Nissan.
Boomin' [G]that funky shit.
Pumpin' [Am]up these
A12s and I can't get missed.
Fend the road to
Dixon
Circle cause my [G]homies a chill.
[Am]Smokin' endo weed and
drinkin' that cold beer.
But the seat don't smoke weed, I just [G]drink
O .E.
Kickin' it [Am]like a true vet on
the downy streets.
Can you understand my rhyme
when my [G]rhyme is cool
[Am]You can't understand my
rhyme then fuck [G]you
[Am]You see[G]
[Am]I wrote these
damn things cuz they're fresh
My [C]funky green track passed [Am]every test
It takes a lotta time to make a
funky dope ass rhyme
That's why I [C]rhyme and see weight
and bust it [Am]primetime
Everybody in my hood
[G]know about the scene
The [Am]funky rhymes say I'm from
Cali,
G
Stayin' in big
D and [G]flowin' with
Beat[Am]s
Can't nobody in your city
[Em]fuck with me
[Am]You'll never catch me slippin'
My [G]bitches say I'm trippin'
every time [Am]I'm leavin' her crib
I'm zippin' my pants up
Now you [G]know what's up
Cause a [Am]nigga like to sleep,
it's rough and tough
I fuck a monk, you know, with a
[G]D .O .D.
[Am]It's called the dick of death,
and the place to be
Step up, young freak,
and come and [G]do that lick
[Am]Suck a nigga like a champ
while I play with your tits
Ain't nothing better than my
[G]big [Am]ass dick
All between your black ass lips
Funky lyrics don't trip
cause I'm [G]coming again
[Am]Part 2 is on your ass and I'm fresh from the pen
[G][Am]
[G][Am]
[G][Am]
[G][Am]
I was a new
Jack I thought you knew that [G]I like to
roll to my beat[Am]s funky lyrics
part two and I'm back on the streets
getting better than ever [G]I had the
Niggas cope [Am]trippin' off the
track trendsetter
With the bass hittin' so damn
hard [C]up in the
[G]D -Town streets
I make a [Am]dope -ass rhyme,
still funkin' fresh in the leap
I'm still hard on a bitch,
and when I [G]roll I creep
Sneakin' [Am]and peepin' and
checkin' out everything
But if your tricks wanna jack,
I [G]got somethin' [Am]for ya
Step up and get slayed,
little low -life clucker
Dumb stupid motherfuckers
[G]wanna jack the seat
[Am]I guess them warts don't know,
I kill a bitch for fuckin' with me
I never slip or trip [G]when
[Am]rollin' the strip
Because niggas will try to gank if
they think it's your bench
But I [C]know the game,
Ron
[Am]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 [G]get [Am]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
[G]hit your as[Am]s
Make me bust nuts,
prove that you're back
Pretty hoe, you wanna [G]roll for me?
[Am]You gotta pass a test for rhymes,
see, [G]see[Am]
I can make [G]it.[Am]
I can make it.
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