| Aight you know how we do we come to the club
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| Naw mean?
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| Straight to the door, no linie, straight to the dinoor
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| Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?
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| Y’know how we do my man put it on every tininime
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| Naw mean?
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| Funk Flex, Big Kap, N.O.R.E. |
| naw mean?
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| My nigga putititon naw mean?
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| … you know how we do
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| This one’s for the clititiub y’naw mean
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| Tearin it itiitout
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| Every time straight to the dinoor, straight to the dinoor
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| Big motherfuckin Kap
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| Funkmaster Flex
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| Def Jam
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| C -N- N
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Yo bootleg has got me, and they had my shit
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| Two months before the album, I’m mad as shit
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| I told my label suck my dick, and fuck a flick
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| And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit
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| I smoke cigarettes, and my breath smell like weed
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| I got my little brother head? |
| and party is speed?
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| Drink my biz, have my niggas clip your ears
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| C -N- N We’ll probably sell like, Britney Spears
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| Yo courageous, none of this’s can take this
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| N.O.R. |
| I’m like the rap married Davis
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| If you like me, dude yo you dig my shit
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| You don’t like me? |
| fuck you and suck my dick
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| I like my hoes just like summer, no class
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| And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass
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| And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war
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| Like Luce and Maze they keep the Glock on stage
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| See us rollin and a hoop in the range
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| Yo the hoop’s got mad guns, and the range got cocaine
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| Damn right bury every nigga that write
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| That I can get wit all up and sell no more white
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| Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips
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| Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks
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| Top videos for more than a mil
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| I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal
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| CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga
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| Them niggas they wanna pop, them bitches they wanna pop
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| Them niggas who got the Glock (who got the drop), (we wanna rot)
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| Thunn
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| Yo
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| Yo now on top, I walk with a bop, came home inherit the block
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| Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop
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| I’m livin life like a dealer
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| Fuck it, cop the bucket ten and out
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| Clips sprayin when we spinnin out
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| Street clap you, my records speak for my livin
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| Deeper than guns, iller than prison, time to pain givin
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| So I earnt mine and spit for Flex
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| Call a pitbull its clip to tech
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| Disrespect? |
| My niggas come M-U style
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| I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial
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| For possession this shit y’all compressed in a vial
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| Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild
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| 80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd
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| Real from far like Picasso, check my features
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| Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers
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| Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis
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| Nothin come between us
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| Burst your penis, I squeeze firm, how on earth?
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| Niggas boogie when the d’s turn, throwin they work
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| In the bushes, everyday in the hood
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| I’m air like, naw nigga he’s in the wood
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| Franchise what! |
| Thugged out shit
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| Conversation with Big Kap and others / Kap checking messages |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thuun , by - Funk Flex. Song from the album The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп