paroles de chanson Funkin Over Nuthin' - Luniz feat. Too Short & Harm
*(Radio
personality
talking)*
Really
hasn't
been
brought
up
too
clearly.
The
Luniz
an
Too
$hort
everything
has
been
squashed.
*(Too
$hort
talking)*
Yeah
we
want
everybody
to
know,
that
it's,
you
know,
the
Oak-Town
ain't
About
this.
*(Yukmouth
talking)*
The
media
hypes
up
things
when
they're
wrong,
but
doesn't
give
enough
Praise
when
everything
is
going
good.
*(Too
$hort
talking)*
We
should
juss
do
a
cut,
don't
even
mention
no
beef
or
nothing,
juss
Drop
it
on
'em.
*(Numskull
talking)*
You
know
it's
politics,
that
made
it
sound
like
that.
But
it's
all
Unified
you
see
it's
all
Jesus.
*(Too
$hort)*
BEEATCH!
BEEATCH!
BEEATCH!
BEEATCH!
BEEATCH!
*(Too
$hort
talking)*
Man
what's
it
all
about?
Ain't
about
shit.
Nigga
call
me
up
talking
About,
man
it's
on.
Your
niggaz
f**king
wit
my
niggaz
an
it's
on.
Nigga
What
we
fronting
for?
If
it
ain't
about
this
money,
ain't
about
this
Life
an
death
nigga,
shit,
what's
really
going
on?
Verse
1 *(Too
$hort)*
Jumped
all
in
a
niggaz
face
front
him
on
tha
spot,
Don't
cross
the
game,
unless
ya
wanna
get
shot,
But
who
made
the
rules
do
you
recall?,
Who's
the
judge
when
it
comes
to
this
street
law?,
Is
it
me?,
You?,
Or
is
it
my
crew?,
My
niggaz
get
down,
yo
niggaz
do
too,
Mutha
f**kaz
try
to
tell
me
don't
f**k
my
life,
'Cause
ain't
nuthin
nice,
Ya
gotta
pay
the
price,
Ya
know
them
dudes,
Walkin
in
them
same
shoes,
It's
brand
new
to
you,
But
the
game
is
used,
I
got
it
from
them
old
niggaz,
They
so
cool,
Now
we
juss
roll
through,
All
the
hoes
know
who,
Ball
in
yo
town,
Don't
front,
it's
too
little,
'Cause
fake
ass
niggaz
get
punked
fo
your
riddles,
So
what's
it
all
about,
Think
about
it
later,
To
all
you
real
gangstaz,
An
all
you
perpitrators.
Chorus
*(Harm)*
x2
You've,
Got
me
funkin,(funkin)
Over
nuthin
man,(funkin
man)
Why
ya
wanna
funk
wit
me?
(Speak
on
it
boy!)
Verse
2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh.
Sometimes
you
step
in
some
shit
you
can't
get
out
of,
Niggaz
who
talk
hella
shit,
Is
who
I'm
quick
to
sock
the
shit
out
of,
Sniff
powder,
wit
all
yo
hoes
off
my
door,
Got
em
froze
like
pocino,
Ya
spendin
all
yo
doe,
On
the
average
ass,
Stanky
ass,
Run
a
gank
ass,
f**k
everybody
fast,
Juss
an
Oakland
ass
hoe,
Now
I
know
why
niggaz
wanna
knock
you
out
like
glass
Joe,
All
that
playa
hatin
shit,
ain't
asked
fo,
You
must
got
problems
wit
niggaz
makin
they
cash
flow,
You
baffled,
You
mutha
f**kin
youngstaz,
So
go
wit
your
old
ass
flow,
I
gots
ta
have
jaw-jacked
hoe,
'Cause
some
of
niggaz
wonder,
Why
us
playaz
do
this,
I'm
under,
Caught
up
in
some
shit
I
didn't
have
nuthin
to
do
wit,
The
truth
is,
You
know
my
funk
is
through,
F**kin
ride
fo
a
nigga,
If
that
nigga
ain't
gonna
do
shit,
Ya
wanna
be
ass
pimp,
Gettin
yo
ass
whipped
is
like
an
every
year
event.
BITCH!
Dig
it.
Chorus
*(x2)*
Verse
3 *(Numskull)*
I'm
too
mutha
f**kin
much
fo
myself,
So
funkin
wit
niggaz
close
to
home
is
sumpthin
else,
If
you
ain't
gonna
blow
a
nigga
head
off,
Then
that's
the
end
of
it,
Concentrate
on
makin
mill
an
start
spendin,
Now
this
is
where
my
do
it
for
myself
begins,
'Cause
in
'97,
I
ain't
makin
no
new
mutha
f**kin
friends,
Now
I
got
no
enemies,
I
hold
no
grudges,
From
now
on
I'm
overseein
my
own
budget,
(Fo
real!)
We
all
did
our
dirt
nigga,
But
now
that's
all
forgivin,
Chris
you
my
nigga
til
the
ending,
An,
I
started
wit
Dru,
I
started
wit
Smoke-A-Lot,
Hangin
wit
me,
so
I
gives
a
f**k,
Nummy-Num
gonna
go
ahead
an
drink
his
self
to
death,
Nigga
you
wanna
chop
it
up
wit
me,
Go
through
death
yoself,
I
ain't
tryin
to
hear
nuthin,
Stead
of
throwin
away
skrillion,
Nigga,
I'd
rather
be
f**kin.
Uh.
Chorus
*(x2)*
Verse
4 *(Too
$hort)*
I
signed
my
name
on
the
dotted
line,
Niggaz
know
I
did
it
first,
An
when
you
first,
You
know
you
get
it
worse,
I
suck
the
game
up,
I
try
to
pass
it
on,
Niggaz
from
the
Bay,
Gettin
they
cash
on,
From
Frisco,
To
Vallejo,
To
the
Big
"O",
F**k
that
yeh-yo,
Hundred
thousand
units,
Make
a
nigga
half
a
million
dollaz,
If
you
sittin
on
a
grip,
I
have
to
holla
at
yo
later,
You
can
get
rich
in
a
minute,
Two
words,
Distribution,
Independent,
Make
an
accapella
you
can
hear
every
word,
I
spit
this
game
you
never
ever
heard,
You
know
how
you
be
quick
to
pop
niggaz,
These
record
companies
be
quick
to
rob
niggaz,
I
say
"$hort
Dogg",
An
now
they
pay
me,
Don't
pay
these
youngstaz,
An
watch
'em
get
crazy.
Chorus
*(til
end)*
*(Too
$hort
talking
during
chorus)*
F**k
around
an
run
up
in
yo
shit.
Yeah.
That's
the
new
thing
goin
baby,
We
runnin
up
in
record
companies
writin
our
own
mutha
f**kin
checks.
Sign
on
the
dotted
line
nigga.
What
ya
really
gettin?
What's
really
goin
On?
Watch
out.
Niggaz
in
the
town,
bout
to
unite,
we
goin
nationwide.
Oakland
style,
BITCH!
Oh
you
really
thought
that
wasn't
gonna
happen?
Shit.
Come
on
now
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