| Ah, yeah in the mothafuckin house Black C and Mr. Cee from the
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| Mothafuckin Posse this is straight out the mothafuckin lab, you know
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| What I’m sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this
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| (Black C)
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| This some shit you can’t fuck with out the funk lab
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| We got some game for you niggas in big fat slabs
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| Like a pound or a key a G you can’t be
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| Who the fuck you tryin to be and that G is me
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| We sucka-free a mothafuckin menace
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| Coppers on the block but they hot
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| Cuz they can’t run up in this
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| And it’s a daily routine my niggas on the scene
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| Slangin that chronic and the cream
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| Ya know it’s nothin but the funk
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| It’s nothin but the funk that we want
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| And the bass to make the speakers bump
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| I heard that cash rules everything around
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| And niggas from my hood nowday is livin foul
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| See I’m from the concrete jungle
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| And it’s like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| (I'm so funkdafied)
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| But I can’t do a damn thing if I ain’t got a 9 to 5
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| It seems I got no hope
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| I gotta slang dope I’m tryin to do this rap thing
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| And I’m still broke
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| But this time we tryin to come tighter than the last time
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| Nationwide coming funkdafied
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| So uh, so uh, funkdafied, so funkdafied too funkdafied
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| Well it’s the niggas from 4−1-5
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| In Frisco we kick it live
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| The niggas who make my nine
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| The playaz who took the time
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| To come with this funky shit
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| To get you hoes on our dick
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| The shit to get trunks shit
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| The shit that makes niggas split
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| Cuz Too Short says there’s money in the ghetto
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| But he forgot about two niggas packin beats like heat
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| And if you don’t believe me come ask my neighbor
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| Cuz we be bumpin this all day after day after day
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| Knockin niggas out the box like quick it’s so thick
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| That right boy ghetto ass shit
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| And niggas tryin to know our business
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| But really on the real they don’t know shit
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| Gettin on my nerves
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| Cuz everyone claims they know us from the baller to the bump by the curb
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| But they don’t know K-Y
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| But know this, that I’m, so funkdafied |