Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gittin' Funky , by - Kid 'N Play. Release date: 31.01.2001
Song language: English
Gittin' Funky |
| Kid |
| The ingredients for comin correct we select |
| On the set beats and rhymes that are both in check |
| Herby’s behind the board cold gettin respect |
| We are Kid 'n Play in total effect |
| Play |
| We’re getttin funky, up to par |
| And that’s with a hyped up beat just playin on the guitar |
| You’ll feel the bass, it’s soft and wet — yes, honey |
| You’ll get a taste, but not just yet — right, money? |
| Kid |
| The beat is live, troop, so don’t front on it |
| Play |
| Get it while the getting’s good and just jump on it |
| Minute by minute, yo, hour by hour |
| Kid 'n Play got soul power |
| We’re gittin funky |
| We’re not profilin, we’re freestylin |
| Got you dancin in the aisle and, you be smilin |
| From ear to ear, let’s make this clear, dear |
| Ridin the range on the rap frontier |
| Here, is where we stand by popular demand |
| Let’s have a hand for the 4 man band |
| Other MC’s in the dust trailin |
| We got quick on the horns just wailin around |
| So if you’re feelin down we’re gonna cure that |
| With the hyped up sound makin sure that |
| A troopers gonna say at the end of the night |
| That the boys were right and they rocked the mic |
| Gittin funky |
| Just call me Play I say, you gotta listen close |
| If you don’t dance to this, then you’re comatose |
| Cause I’m fierce, I’ll pierce your soul |
| Step back, relax, Jack, watch the heads roll |
| A rhymin editor, competator competative |
| So hyper you’re gonna need a sedative |
| Just take a hike on a bike when I’m on the mic |
| Told you I’m a cobra, I’m ready to strike |
| Administer, sinister, right, so savage |
| Axe to the wax, I’m gonna do damage |
| Like a volcano about to erupt |
| Get set, I’m gonna wind it up |
| I’m gittin funky |
| I see you standin with the dumb look on your face |
| Hey, if you came here to stand, you’re in the wrong place |
| You got to move your feet so there’s no doubt |
| Cause when I drop the beat it’s time to work out |
| Onto the floor, let’s start to go off |
| This ain’t hardcore. |
| but yo, it ain’t soft |
| You been throwin wack rhymes at me |
| Right 'n exact, I’m doin exactly |
| What I wanna do, and what you gonna do |
| Is clap your hands when I get in front of you |
| Hype beats and rhymes are the recipe |
| Yo man — don’t even mess with me |
| We’re gittin funky |
| A style that’s bold, so cold that it’ll freeze ya |
| Numb your mind, give ya amnesia |
| You’ll forget why you ever stepped up to bat |
| You try to dis, hah, we’ll have none of that |
| Listen to me, I’m known to please, gonna |
| Lift up the crowd like Hercules when I |
| I step to the stage the microphone I seize |
| And defy you to try and take it from me |
| Your brain must be numb if you think you got my number |
| Boy, you’re just dumb and I think you’re gettin dumber |
| To think that you could handle the Kid, ha-ha, just to dis |
| Yo, I’m the best at this |
| I’m gittin funky |