Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New Funk 2k7, artist - DJ Jazzy Jeff. Date of issue: 15.02.2022
Song language: English
Brand New Funk 2k7 |
| And you know me, I’m outta the ordinary; |
| I’m rather extraordinary; |
| My diamonds is augumery |
| We gettin' money — genius. |
| And I continue to get the paper |
| So won’t you mind your business. |
| Don’t be a f***in' hater |
| «P Crakk. |
| I need that.» |
| You got the remedy |
| You look surprised, ma. |
| I got to refreshen your memory |
| Que tu quiere mujere? |
| Tell me what you want |
| But before I could blow a line, baby lit up the Brand New Funk |
| Now, now, now, if you bump me by accident, you know what’s gonna happen |
| I’m a tell Charlie Mack and he gon' smack your *** halfway across |
| Broad and Allegheny. |
| No Alize and Henney |
| Just Don P. and strawberries for the hottest ladies |
| You gotta a body baby. |
| Yo Jazzy Jeff, how you ridin' baby? |
| Yo Jeff, you think she got it? |
| «Yeah, she got it, Peedi.» |
| Whoa, she make me wanna «get get down» |
| But before this party get started, let your boy hit the Brand New Funk |
| P. Crakk, Philly, who wanna rumble wit' me? |
| But so what Young Buck ain’t nothing to me |
| I got fullys, semi-auty's it’s on homey |
| I brought armor for drama. |
| You ain’t got nothin' for me |
| Go in my zone when I write, it’s not surprising |
| You hear my flow and wanna bite. |
| My only option’s |
| To dust the dirt off my shoulders — it’s Rocafella |
| I hope you know by now I ride with Hov. |
| n****s is jealous |
| When they see me in a Bentley, Pirellis sittin in suspension |
| On 26's, *** blowing me kisses. |
| My forces is crooked |
| The Cris is just as cold as my wristes |
| Stockin' cork for the *** that continue to keep on sippin' |
| It’s the prince of the Roc. |
| Jazzy Jeff got the beat locked |
| I learned the switch from Will Smith. |
| I need not |
| To explain why I gotta front. |
| It’s not a game |
| Grab a Philly Blunt and fill it up wit' the Brand New Funk |
| (CHORUS and Jazzy Jeff doing the *** thang) |
| First the original, then here come some North Philly chemical |
| With Peedi the imperial prince through your stereo |
| Stupid. |
| I get paid for conversation |
| It’s easy, but I see you’re having complicatons |
| Get it together. |
| You ain’t never gon' be better |
| Got it sewn like a sweater, make you ruffle up your feathers |
| Keep pulling a publicity stunt, I’m slap your *** silly |
| With that North Philly Brand New Funk |