Get Funky Remix

It's the crook with the shit, look on your turntable Amped like a fuse to burn down your whole label Now niggas wanna do me in but aren't able Stressin themselves out while I remain stable Freak flows let opponents know That I combat with gats to delete my foes Gots to get money kid you know how it goes And I'm still livin foul, even stickin up hoes.

Beatnuts comin at you with that filthy skunk Ain't another brother kickin fat beats with spunk Duck tried to test me, who could the best be? Psycho make you Dizzy Gillespie Spin that ass like a DJ table Forth and back, spark a Phil', then mack, black Whether ( ? ) or ( ? ) it's all good I know you wish you could.

Get funky one time for your mind, oh yeah Throw your hands in the air like you just don't care Wave em round and round, to the front and back World Famous in the house, catch a heart attack.

Catch a heart attack, muthafucka, push the button Cause you've fallen and you can't get up all of a sudden You're stuck on the floor, hip-hop crazy raw While you niggas be singin that bullshit (bullshit).

You got the blues, the Kool is your saviour Down to daze ya, but the Nuts wanna blaze ya Raise ya, give you junk that juice that was major (Funky) (And ya don't stop) Come on Comin' from the soul, the heart is the funk spot Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the dome, squeeze Ju come down, spray these niggas with that funk, please.

Somebody said you was looking for static G Those who try to play me close could die tragically I got a merciless flow that's infatically Fatal, it attacks the brain automatically Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open Crews that choose to bite might find yourself soakin Dirty and low, yo fuck what the pope says I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez

(Get funky)

So what's that fat shit you be freakin to? Hey yo, who the fuck you think that we be speakin to? Keepin you open like a suitcase Now you taste the Psycho fuckin bass in your face

With a 1-2-3, the 3, the 2-1 Only type ( ? ) preacher could eat his nun Hun, sit on the wood as the drum Trips, causin turbulence on your dumb Tits, act like you recognize daddy Run papi chu, get what you never had, he Roll a fattie, backseat of a Caddy Cause it's all good I know you wish you could

(Get funky)

Brothers and sisters, check the Nuts status Kool not the baddest but at time rhyme the fattest Maddest anger on the remix Re-fix kicks, got your number one picks Chicks want the licks cause of the facial You're interracial, no matter, I'ma date yo Hit your fuckin neck with that shit we drop Beatnuts turn it out and you don't, don't stop Like that

Like that, tha-tha-tha-that Fuck go off the top, let's go off the bat The Junkyard nigga represent if you want me Scream one time, a-get funky

(Get funky)