paroles de chanson Get Funky - The Beatnuts
Hook:
"Get
Funky"
"That's
right"
(x4)
JuJu:
It's
the
crook
with
the
shit
little
cords
and
mass
danger
Torturing
crew
like
Jews
in
gas
chambers
Danger
the
angel
of
death
street
smart
lyric
arranger
Complicated
my
style
change
I
get
stranger
Freak
flows
let
opponents
know
That
I
combat
the
stats
and
defeat
the
foes
Gots
to
get
money
kid
you
know
how
it
goes
And
I'm
still
livin'
fowl
even
stickin'
up
hoes
Psycho
Les:
Equipped
with
the
Beatnuts
funk
Ain't
another
brother
kickin'
phat
beats
with
spunk
Duck
tried
to
test
me
but
his
ass
flunked
I
rolled
him
in
some
Bambu
and
threw
him
right
in
my
truck
punk
I
told
you
once
and
I
won't
tell
you
twice
I
freak
the
stunks
and
I
won't
pay
the
price
For
stickin'
in
hun
paradise
cause
it's
all
good
I
know
you
wish
you
could
Hook
(x8)
Fashion
aka
Al
Tariq:
You
got
the
brews
but
the
cool
is
just
save
ya
Down
and
just
daze
ya,
Beatnuts
wanna
blaze
ya
Raise
ya
give
you
junky
juice
that
was
major
(And
you
don't
stop)
comin'
from
the
soul
Cause
the
heart
is
the
funk
spot
Diggin'
through
shit
that
I
found
out
in
the
park
lot
Talk
not,
bustin'
crazy
shots
at
the
don't
squeeze
Ju
come
down
spray
these
niggas
with
the
funk
please
JuJu:
Somebody
said
you
were
looking
for
static
G
Those
who
try
to
play
me
close
could
die
tragically
I
got
a
merciless
flow
that's
infatically
fatal
That
attacks
the
brain
automatically
Unleasing
lyrical
wrath
to
leave
you
open
Crew
that
choose
to
bite
might
find
yourself
toking
Dirty
alone
I
never
do
what
the
pope
says
I'm
tryin'
to
get
money
like
Felipe
Lopez
Hook
Psycho
Les:
With
a
1-2-3,
3 and
2-1
only
type?
preacher
could
be
this
nun
Hun
don't
it
sound
sweet
to
the
drum?
Drum
trip
as
I
flip
till
it's
done
Son
act
like
you
recognize
dad
Run
to
poppa
come
get
what
you
never
had
I'm
(superbad)
and
ducks
get
mad
cause
it's
all
good
I
know
you
wish
you
could
(get
funky)
Fashion
aka
Al
Tariq:
We
got
you
wanna
more
puff
from
the
Nut
Go
on
take
a
hit
from
my
shit
but
it's
a
rough
one
Bust
one,
remeber
what
they
said
never
trust
one
Use
to
be
two
in
the
crew
now
it's
plus
one
I
kick
that
old
cool
style
got
ya
fiendin'
Blowin'
ya
mind
just
like
that
red
light
beepin'
I'm
a
get
buck
a
blast
a
shot
in
ya
eye
Make
way
motherfucks
it's
the
real
superfly
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