Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thuun, artist - Funk Flex. Album song The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Thuun |
| Aight you know how we do we come to the club |
| Naw mean? |
| Straight to the door, no linie, straight to the dinoor |
| Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean? |
| Y’know how we do my man put it on every tininime |
| Naw mean? |
| Funk Flex, Big Kap, N.O.R.E. |
| naw mean? |
| My nigga putititon naw mean? |
| … you know how we do |
| This one’s for the clititiub y’naw mean |
| Tearin it itiitout |
| Every time straight to the dinoor, straight to the dinoor |
| Big motherfuckin Kap |
| Funkmaster Flex |
| Def Jam |
| C -N- N |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Yo bootleg has got me, and they had my shit |
| Two months before the album, I’m mad as shit |
| I told my label suck my dick, and fuck a flick |
| And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit |
| I smoke cigarettes, and my breath smell like weed |
| I got my little brother head? |
| and party is speed? |
| Drink my biz, have my niggas clip your ears |
| C -N- N We’ll probably sell like, Britney Spears |
| Yo courageous, none of this’s can take this |
| N.O.R. |
| I’m like the rap married Davis |
| If you like me, dude yo you dig my shit |
| You don’t like me? |
| fuck you and suck my dick |
| I like my hoes just like summer, no class |
| And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass |
| And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war |
| Like Luce and Maze they keep the Glock on stage |
| See us rollin and a hoop in the range |
| Yo the hoop’s got mad guns, and the range got cocaine |
| Damn right bury every nigga that write |
| That I can get wit all up and sell no more white |
| Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips |
| Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks |
| Top videos for more than a mil |
| I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal |
| CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga |
| Them niggas they wanna pop, them bitches they wanna pop |
| Them niggas who got the Glock (who got the drop), (we wanna rot) |
| Thunn |
| Yo |
| Yo now on top, I walk with a bop, came home inherit the block |
| Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop |
| I’m livin life like a dealer |
| Fuck it, cop the bucket ten and out |
| Clips sprayin when we spinnin out |
| Street clap you, my records speak for my livin |
| Deeper than guns, iller than prison, time to pain givin |
| So I earnt mine and spit for Flex |
| Call a pitbull its clip to tech |
| Disrespect? |
| My niggas come M-U style |
| I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial |
| For possession this shit y’all compressed in a vial |
| Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild |
| 80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd |
| Real from far like Picasso, check my features |
| Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers |
| Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis |
| Nothin come between us |
| Burst your penis, I squeeze firm, how on earth? |
| Niggas boogie when the d’s turn, throwin they work |
| In the bushes, everyday in the hood |
| I’m air like, naw nigga he’s in the wood |
| Franchise what! |
| Thugged out shit |
| Conversation with Big Kap and others / Kap checking messages |