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[CHORUS x2] Now everybody wanna play my funk Now everybody wanna play my funk Now everybody wanna play my funk Now everybody knows me I was walkin on the railroad I sat my booty on the track I saw this kid with the Gap sack So I snatched my booty back I said looka here, partner You know you can't be me I be the one, it ain't two now And you know it's true Now move on I got the fellas jealous cause I flows like none I got the whole nine, need not pack a gun No need for greed, see I takes then I feeds To the young, sprung on the air that I breathe You can't concieve how I braids and I weaves Hear you over there, may appear Some fear for the smear We're gonna have in abundance I write, see I write, see I write Did you know that Letras de canciones [CHORUS] Now I'ma fuck around and make a b-boy mad in a minute Shit, I'm so nice niggas think I'm freakin senate Status - I rank top-notch, come on now I've seen less mess in my restroom Plop on up and fetch a fierce self-check I digs how my voice takes muthafuckas over Trick, back it up 'fore I buck, buck another Pass me the present cause the future can't hold my soul I pump fear in the mere mortal, beast control I blast, punk, that ass fast Feel the funk, savor 'fore you face defeat My backbone of stone totes treats to beats Now come on Adapt to my taps, I'm two snaps I'm too through, ooh, I'm too through I kicks butt, strut as I gluts for fame And goes 'can't nobody hold me' [CHORUS] I'm the abyss, ready to determine your lifeline You falls too short, so I be tall in your acetone Death died so I'm here to stake my claim Bang-bang, boogie-boogie, my style's a gang Give it up, I funk it up, chick, I spits hits Look back, you ain't stacked, get to face this Who's bad? My notespad are flamin folks Fire, on fire, koombaya, beaucoup funk Now pump that in your tire, like that Terry, bring it back, bring it back like that My Wranglers in need of a washin Got no time to shoot the shit in no fashion Pardon my French, I'll kick your ass - me no favor Be that behind, I be the vain soothe sayer Step up, bow to my spunk Mama moves, I grooves, your lefts be my rights and... [CHORUS] From Letras Mania