| Live at the tunnel y’all
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| Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
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| Hit me back y’all, Def Squad y’all
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| Hold it down, look around
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| I rock house from old folks to childern
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| Squad comin through knockin down your building
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| Lyrical murderer, who you be?
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| We never heard of ya
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| Momma’s boy from West Suburbia
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| You don’t belong 'round here so what you doing
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| Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
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| Redman (What up?) How you feelin
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| Lets wheel 'em and deal 'em until the pain is peelin
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| I wish a few of y’all would stop stealin
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| ]From the mass appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
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| Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
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| Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
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| E-dub be the best thing runnin
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| When my jam comes on DJ’s just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka)
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| Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip
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| Every name brand clothin off them T.J. |
| Hookers
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| Watch how live gets, like a jungle so pack your survival kits, huh
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| Me and Redman been rollin for years
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| In the place wildlifin' doing Britney Spears
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| Chorus: Redman
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| You wanna ride…
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| Then get up get up get up get up get up get up (Okay)
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| Yo, you gettin drunk…
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| Then spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up (Okay)
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| Yo, you gettin high…
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| Then smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up (Okay)
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| Bitch, you wanna fuck…
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| Then push up push up push up push up push up push up (Okay)
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| Yo E stick a fork in 'em while I hit 'em again
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| Spit in the wind, biz with a dent on the end, I was high
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| T-U-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
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| You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
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| Keep your town quiet like Biggie died
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| When I roll through cause crooked like Sticky eye
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| Def Squad nigga, fuck a big name
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| Bury my main shit, stain, and shit change
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| Switch game, Bam Ba Claud, Bon voyage
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| Blast your entourage like Flex blastin off
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| Jump on while I saddle the track
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| Bitch I throw dick where your adam apple is at
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| Style like cooked crack
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| Wiggle my feet, I shook Shaq with a cross over pass and look back
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| Yo, Brick City gorilla when I stomp
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| Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk
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| Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up
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| My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up
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| Hit the club then I? |
| cornbread?
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| I bounce so hard from a drug I brought over the counter
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| Uptown, say what say what now?
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| Bustin my gun off for the millenium touchdown
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| When it does, I’m out in the Bricks gettin drunk
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| Nuttin in the bitch mouth and her tits
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| Chours
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| Yo, you wanna fuck, then push up push up
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| Alright, shot out to my boy Russell Simmons (Okay)
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| Big shot to Leo Cohens big shot to Kevin Niles (O-o-o-o-o-kay)
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| Big up my man Mike Cogesville
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| Its goin down baby one time
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| Fuck Flex, Big Kap
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| The tunnel nigga
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| Shots to my man Peter Gashin
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| Can’t fuck with us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Okay , by - Funk Flex. Song from the album The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп