Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get Funky, artist - B.G.. Album song It's All On U, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Let's Get Funky |
Choppers with drums |
Nigga that’s how it comes |
Assault rifles, extended clips |
Let you know where I’m from |
The names chopper city |
It’s a city of niggas bout gettin' funky wit' me |
Keep they fingers on triggers |
Let’s roll with a pistol I get out of control |
It’s your family I put on rows, front row |
I’ma .223 grabber |
Bust or block hitter |
Project kidnapper |
Rookie nigga wig splitter |
Make copies for the rapture |
It’s all on you nigga |
Oh, I’m comin' for the capture |
What you wan' do nigga |
Mystikal’s who I’m after |
Grab yo' steel and shoot |
I’ma killer not just a rapper |
Lil' Wayne, he bout it too |
I’ma snatch if you got it |
Told ya before ta' hide it |
Told ya if you hide it |
It’s a must that I find it |
Ride or die bitch |
Chop or get chopped ho |
B.G. |
split or get split |
Play tha game how it go |
Shootin tha drop somethin' |
Glock or pop somethin' |
AK wit' fifty shots |
I tote it to stop somethin' |
Make it happen you’s the punk |
I’ll put you in the trunk |
you’ll be dumped, nigga I bring funk |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |
Ah ah |
Don’t run yo' mouth enough for you to get back in me |
My gun clap in it start spinnin' and take many |
Plenty of slugs hit you |
Can you picture a young rapper |
Fourteen year old black master million dollar flapper |
Watch me set it off wit' my sawed-off jumpin' |
As I be when I be pumpin' |
Frontin' gets you nothin' |
Runtin' catch a slug from the M-what'n |
You ain’t bout nothin' |
Playa hater leave you bloody |
It’s money and dreary |
Can’t see clearly |
But ya' still hear me |
Four steps comin' quickly |
Can you feel me |
Better kill me before you get done in |
It’s real dog |
But I got that red mark so when you come in |
Slugs somethin', seventeen up in the clip |
I keeps extra hollow tips for the crum rip |
Should of chop-chop stop yo' whole block |
Let’s get funky, you want me, I thinks not |
So much black clothing you may think its a black-out |
All the lights go out |
That’s when all yo fright come out |
Bloody streaks to the UPT where you lays on |
I praise on, think you plays on, it’s stays gone |
The things you lay on |
I can’t even pay on |
You got it, better hide it |
If you wanna keep it safe on |
I roam to the top |
That’s my spot, my place |
Jumpin' out a suitcase |
Slug’s chase to yo' face, a |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |
Ah, ah, ah, ha |
Now as I re-enter this scent and get into you |
These three dots, I plot and spot, then I shoot |
I keep a chopper under the medium Hilfiger |
I throw back punks, comin' out trunks to kill niggas |
I spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty |
Bury 'em in unknown area where it’s deserted |
I know you heard it |
But you lie and deny it |
But you can’t hide |
It’s written all over yo' face you easy to find |
Niggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine |
Like that Presidential Rolex reflex a million nine |
Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that’s my atire |
A true rider, gettin' higher off uptown fire |
Remember me, the little G never died |
Took one to the chest but the little G never died |
I’ma certified killer, million dollar nigga |
Any kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipper |
Tangerine and juice sipper, disrespectin' bitch flipper |
I’m bout drama off the top |
You know that’s on the foreal-a |
I get’s loaded low down by a monkey |
So call me donkey |
Nigga think lame |
He would want to know I gets funky |
Beef kicked in a night parade |
Uptown was deep |
'Nother group rollin' out, bookoom be standin' on feet |
Now you know I run with ignorant niggas |
All of 'em wild |
Thousands of people out |
Fuck that sprayin' the crowd |
Ain’t no time for doin' backin' down |
From trigga play |
Gotta closet of K’s |
Ready to do it any day |
Write grant after tenth |
Black grant I was tenths |
That’s for Al and lil' Duga' |
Four deep in each in spinnin' in |
So twerk it up |
Handle yo' business |
Shoot or get shot |
I hit blocks wit' Glocks |
Nigga, get or get got |
In school I was a fool a young flunky |
But on the streets I used 2's |
Nigga, I gets funky |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |
Let’s get funky wit' these niggas |
Grab the triggas and blast |
Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas |
Take they figures and dash |
Let’s get serious with these niggas |
Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust |
Retaliation a must |