(Canibus)
Funky funky funky funky ‘cause you heard it from hearsay
A jam that you love but don't be getting no airplay
Strictly for stunting when you riding around
(Canibus)
This is strictly for stunting when you riding around
With a Vida Guerra look-alike massaging you down
Bitches hop in the drop, take off they top, my belt-buckle pop
They gobble the cock, then swallow the shot
General Hip-Hop just ordered you to stand down nigga'
Beat you up with your fans around nigga'
Studio spot-check, let me see what you wrote
Motha fucka, you don't want to spit, ( A )
Fake niggas get rejected, auditioning for heart
They auditioning for the wrong part
Them niggas' ain't from the hood, they got the wrong walk
They all soft, with no thought, all talk, they in the wrong sport
In a golf cart, talking ‘bout they hard-core
With some bullshit twenty-two's they bought from Wal-Mart
My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart
Like a mosquito bite in the dark
You got bit, you massage it, I'ma lighten your pockets
Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit
My sawed-off blow arms off
Insurance don't cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss
Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street
‘Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat
If you dead, you can't eat, so don't be a fool
And try to protect your jewels, ‘cause they can't protect you //
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