Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trunk O' Funk , by - AMG. Song from the album Bitch Betta Have My Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.01.2001
Record label: Select
Song language: English
Trunk O' Funk |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Can you feel it, baby? |
| Smoothed out |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Call me the new hoe on the block |
| Some do like me, some do not |
| I get paid to lay all kinds of ways |
| Smoothed out fade with knack for hoe rap |
| And some said flowin' to me, was not you |
| Nigga hoes just went deep for ‘92 |
| AMG almost gold for ‘91 |
| And when I kidnap rap shows, I pack gun |
| Yes, me, sea to sea, coast to coast |
| William Mo' takes care of my dough |
| I roll Benzos, truck for the snow |
| Sippin' something cool like a Bacardi Breezer |
| And then jim gets greeted by a skeezer… |
| But anyway, when I grab M-I-C |
| Oh, I guess not, no, in or out |
| Fast, not slow, and smooth not rugged, so |
| I’m kinda like sex |
| MC’s receive broke necks when I mic check |
| And peace to the DJ’s |
| I ran rhyme marathons for three days |
| Kinda like tongue relays for the Lick ‘Em Low Lovers |
| Word to the D, brothers |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Now, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Now tell me can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Since our last meeting, I’ve been eating |
| Bombudd cookies, made by Cookie |
| You see, my mind got escalated by something I love or hate it |
| But then… I just did it again |
| 304 supplies the tool |
| Moe Doe will check in hand, he’s the band |
| Beats by the ounce, dozen, and pound, rhyme for rhyme |
| Verb for verb, noun for noun |
| I’m like down for a big fat butt |
| Pretty lips and hips, and a fat sack of |
| What is that, Dr. Lovejoint smokes herb? |
| (Mary Jane) |
| Uh, have you kicked to the curb |
| So lay back and hit it ‘til ya cain’t |
| And if you got a bitch wit' ya, fuck her ‘til she faint |
| ‘Cause your dick ain’t got a brain, punk |
| So when you’re finished fuckin', throw her in the trunk |
| I’m outta here |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Now tell me, now can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Yo, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Yo, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Tell me, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Come on, can you feel it? |
| (Trunk o' funk) |
| Shouts out going to the nigga hoes, Moe Doe, Chubb Rock |
| My man LaQuan, my man Sylk Smoov, the 69 King |
| Father MC, the Funky Socialistics, Too $hort |
| My man Mark Money, my man Hakeem |
| Greedy Greg, DJ Quik, EPMD, Boss, Big P |
| My niggas on the 1−1-4 level, yo |
| Cool and Mellow Productions, Tracy’s on the board |
| Making money, oh Lord |
| Ha ha, I’m outta here |