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Date of issue: 25.02.2022
Song language: English
Machine Gun |
Verse One: |
So you wanna be hardcore |
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps |
But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal |
That you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin |
This ain’t Christopher Williams, still some |
MC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some |
To let niggas know… that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy |
I get up in that ass like a wedgie |
Says who? |
Says me, the lyrical |
Niggas sayin, «Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle» |
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me |
Just for niggas actin shifty |
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quicker |
Especially when I’m drunk off the liquor |
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks is |
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates |
The funk baby |
Chorus (repeats 8X) |
«I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk» (LOTUG, Chief Rocka) |
Verse Two: |
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches |
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches |
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches |
From stayin in my business, what is this? |
Relentless |
Approach, to know if I’m broke or not |
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot |
Don’t mean I don’t tote the Glock |
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen |
Until we motherfuckin meet again |
Huh, I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now |
Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now |
Cause I’m knee deep in the beats |
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats |
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens) |
I’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof |
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks |
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick |
The funk baby |
Repeat chorus |
Verse Three: |
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side |
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside |
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests |
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test |
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya |
High as a motherfuckin helicopter |
That’s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor |
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina |
(What's Love, Got to Do) |
When I’m rippin all through your whole crew |
Strapped like bamboo, but I don’t sling guns |
I got bags of funk, and it’s sellin by the tons |
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life |
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes |
It’s type simple and plain to maintain |
I add a little funk to the brain |
Machine Gun Funk baby! |
Repeat chorus |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Uptown Funk ft. Funk, Funk Music | 2015 |
Deep Meditation | 2014 |
Relax | 2015 |
Yoga | 2015 |
Bach Air | 2015 |
Pilates | 2011 |
Relax Ocean Waves | 2015 |
I Want You Back ft. Funk | 2022 |
Brick House ft. Funk | 2022 |
Relaxing Rain | 2015 |
26 Grad | 2021 |
Yoga Dreams ft. Meditation | 2017 |
Soothing Songs | 2011 |
Peaceful Moments (Sleep Music) | 2011 |
Mr. Sleeves | 2003 |
No Sunrise ft. Bo-Rush | 2003 |
Relax Melodies | 2015 |
Brahms' Lullaby (Sleep Music) 2nd version ft. Иоганнес Брамс | 2011 |
Weil i Di mog | 2005 |
I hab' Di so gern | 2005 |