Lyrics The Funkiest - Sadat X
[Hook]
Make
it
the
funkiest
(Make
it
the
funkiest)
Make
it
the
funkiest
(Make
it
the
funkiest)
Make
it
the
funkiest
(Make
it
the
funkiest)
Ooh,
whoa,
ooh
[Verse
1]
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
I'll
bring
more,
much
more
to
the
board
I'll
draw
guns,
be
the
first
slingin'
mud
Whole
lotta
women
and
even
old
men
See
me
on
the
streets
say
when
you
gonna
hit
up
Wild
rappers
out
there
still
tryin'
to
get
up
But
I'll
take
ya
boys
way
back,
straight
back
Pull
over
near
Lex,
smoke
roast
of
the
fifth
When
I
was
nice
now
that
I'm
older
I'm
nicer
Niggas
line
up,
ya
might
as
well
sign
up
Cause
this
here
blast
is
good
for
that
ass
My
predicitons
WHAT
visit
Japan
WHAT
Been
to
Africa
WHAT
sit
down
and
feel
that
gut
Went
to
Puerto
Rico
with
my
man
Fat
Joe
And
the
infamous
Louie
Crack
I
know
he
got
my
back
New
York
got
sweet
guns,
got
the
smoke
spots
Give
it
I'm
stashin'
fuck
it
I'm
smashin'
All
newcomers
are
goin'
down
this
Summer
Cause
the
X
right
here
run
this
shit
I'm
as
peace
as
peace
can
get
Out
standin'
in
the
Atlantic
just
to
get
my
feet
wet
Went
to
Roller
Bear
club,
give
the
girl
the
real
rub
But
girls
yell
sexual
harassment
But
you
go
out,
cage
is
ripped
up
in
blades
[Hook]
[Verse
2]
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Women
see
the
men
hit
the
the
grind
on
the
dance
floor
If
ya
can
handle
that
then
unleash
funky
way
And
if
ya
can
handle
that
then
get
the
hell
outta
here
This
ain't
the
place
to
be
joined
with
ya
wife's
affair
Now
girls
stay
in
line
everyone
is
how
I
thought
of
Parents
watch
the
pack
cause
one
could
be
ya
daughter
I'll
take
a
penny
for
those
who
sound
silly
Skinny
man
carries
the
fire
hose
Looks
can
be
deceiving
can't
ya
tell
with
ya
clothes
It's
all
there,
lucky
I
swear
Will
appear
from
the
rear,
grab
ya
ear
then
I'm
outta
here
Hit
the
horn
before
the
male
goes
group
Ellie
gas
is
my
style
of
past
Now
I'ma
run
on
this
beat,
whippin'
out
rude
cations
Manhattan
location
and
there
ain't
no
vacation
So
stay
on
ya
guard,
ya
ought
to
be
safe
But
if
approached
and
large
Ya
walk
around
and
think
ya
whole
life
is
stars
I'm
reachin'
I'm
strugglin'
I'm
tired
of
jugglin'
I'm
reachin'
I'm
reachin'
I'm
climbin'
I'm
climbin'
No
one
in
the
world
got
this
style
of
rhymin'
Check
it
out
Old
enough
to
know
New
York's
about
to
blow
Roll
with
the
home
team,
Ross
gorilla
family
Lay
on
sheets
of
satin
In
the
heart
of
black
Manhattan
Now
new
style
runnin'
with
the
park
rangers
Hate
to
break
down
the
whole
gate
People
often
see
me
in
jams
They
be
thinkin'
I'm
high
Nah
that
just
be
my
lazy
eye
But
I
can't
front,
sometimes
I
be
chiefin'
Ya
hear
that,
girl
at
the
bar
wanna
taste
wanna
hear
that
No
I
didn't
come
to
this
here
with
no
gun
I
just
got
my
lil'
army,
I
just
got
my
lil'
army
It's
like
yubba
over
there
and
yuba
over
there
I
think
she
should
split
when
I
decide
to
appear
WHAT
I
wanna
see
her
stay
and
her
jam
Army
protect
me
the
king
that
I
am
Ya
girlfriend
was
slammed
cause
she
fronted
on
my
man
And
when
she
did
that
it
was
Hell
up
in
Harlem
I'll
take
the
loot
but
I
can
pass
on
the
stardom
This
is
just
a
lil'
verse
for
y'all
to
get
wet
A
lil'
something
showin'
soon
I'm
a
threat
You
can
bet
yo,
and
you
bet
I'm
gon'
make
ya
head
get
wet
Make
it
the
funkiest
[Hook]
1 The Lump Lump
2 Wild Cowboys
3 Sauce For Birdheads
4 Open Bar
5 Hang 'Em High
6 Do It Again
7 Game's Sober
8 Smoking On The Low
9 Petty People
10 The Interview
11 Stages and Lights
12 Move On
13 The Funkiest
14 Escape From New York
15 The Hashout
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