lirik lagu too short – giving up the funk
h-ll, yeah
we got ant banks in the house, peewee in the house
goldie in the house
and we d-mn sure got short dawg in the house
and i am the forever lastin’ breed
ooh, givin’ up the funk
ooh, givin’ up the funk
now i’m about to get with this funk sh-t
and talk real bad to a punk b-tch
’cause i’m that n-gg-, she’ll dream about
stickin’ my d-ck all in her mouth
but that p-ssy don’t last and i’m on the hunt
b-tches like that is all i want
but you playin’ that roll and can’t say why
b-tch get wit it let’s f-ck tonight
it ain’t cool, don’t come with that sh-t
i’ll f-ck that fat -ss from the back b-tch
tappin’ that -ss like gregory hines
you can have this d-ck, but them legs is mine
b-tch, the pimp game is the motto
i’ll put you in the back of my el dorado
make that money so the story goes
ride that b-tch like a set of vols
dip in, dip out of that traffic jam
freaky little b-tch gotta have it man
she like to get that money from all you tricks
sh-t sound better than parliament
i heard you was a hoe, where’s ya pimp?
b-tch chose me and quit f-ckin’ with him
old once a month funky c-ck bleedin’ b-tch
can’t do sh-t except make me rich, yep
ooh, givin’ up the funk
ooh, givin’ up the funk
you love to f-ck around for free
but now you f-ckin’ round with peewee
and being fine just ain’t enough hoe you’s a diamond in the rough
so i’m sendin’ yo -ss to d.c.
get me some cash to get my some indica
make my cd’s, you tossin’ senators
you can’t get crossed up with the pd’s
they payin’ a cost to get g’d
you got frost on your knees
f-ckin’ and suckin’ them d’s
they usually be havin’ you cheesin’
i got the hook up for suckers
skeezin’ for fees and you just send me them duckets
i’m buying beatin’ disease
you tellin’ me what you want
b-tch you givin’ up the funk
but you gotta pay a lump
to this n-gg- name peewee
from the r i c h m o n d
b-tch you can’t hang with me ’cause yo -ss is scandalous
b-tch f-ck it d-mn, that’s the end
these b-tches want these inches off this d-ck
’cause i’m with the dangerous crew
motherf-cker you’s a punk and i can’t hang with you
yo, be comin’ straight out the p-ssy
holdin’ my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
how hoes get cussed at
rashy, you was a warthog, now you’s a muskrat
so tramp, i [incomprehensible] your tramp to much bleedin’
tryin’ to pursue me, screw me, do me
wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
ya’ll stay off my level six
you can’t proceed i’m like a rebel kid
makin’ the devil get
mad, when the b-ss and treble hit
so wise up, keepin’ yo eyes up
i’m lookin’ for b-tches and b-tches to size up
i bust one and thumps one, i bust two and rise up
i’m ready to slide my d-ck in something hot as wet as you
i bet it’s you
i’m with the dangerous crew, so let us through
give up the p-ssy, give up the head
drop yo panties and rub your cl-t
do the splits, rub your t-ts
yeah, i like the freaky sh-t
so give it up to me straggla
f-ck the cheese and bragger
before i knock her out, beat her down and drag her
’cause n-gg-s be takin’ the p-ssy
just give it up to me b-tch, don’t fight it
the last b-tch that tried it, don’t fight it
i’m just like a bloodhound
you lick my b-lls and give me a rub down
you want me to eat your p-ssy, but you stank b-tch
go scrub down
i get up inside the p-ssy, spend my day in it
lay in it, play in it
wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it
imagine my d-ck’s the basketball
yo p-ssy is the basket
i’m a dunk, smell the room you stank b-tch
’cause you gave up the funk
ooh, givin’ up the funk
ooh, givin’ up the funk
now as i slde on this track, i won’t be dissi no b-tches
i’ll just be clockin’ my riches
so bare witness as i spit this
sh-t that give you the mumps, ’cause it b-mps so tremendously
and n-gg-s be knowin’ they flowin’ up tight as they pretend to be
some sh-t that they ain’t
some n-gg-s front, but i can’t
i’m sippin’ tough on the drink
and makin’ barrels of bank
yeah, so n-gg-s save that punk sh-t
i’m stickin’ with that funk sh-t
see that’s how i was raised and my real n-gg-s want this
so nut up or keep walkin’
and shut the f-ck up when grown folks is talkin’ n-gg-
before you get your back broke
now what you wanna f-ck with a oakland city mack for?
the place you can trip on
where the n-gg-s be mackin’, stealin’, killin’
and pimpin’ to get they crip on
and take it to the next phase
we goin’ city to city, leavin’ hoes in a daze
that’s why they call me bad -ss
’cause i be puttin’ boogers on b-tches
and fartin’ loud with my fat -ss
but yo, i get’s paid for that
and it’s a fact i was strictly just made to mack
so what the f-ck you know about me
a loked out, funky -ss pimpin’ og
fool, you can open your eyes but you can’t see
i just gave up the funk, now i’m o u t
ooh, givin’ up the funk
ooh, givin’ up the funk
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