Why You Wanna Funk?

The Click

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    [Intro: some dred woman]

    Dere's no time for dem future
    Come short wit me 9 milimeter
    Body beater, doesn't pick up
    Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh
    [repeat]

    [Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]

    Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't
    think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate
    Just a down ass nigga that you think you know
    But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow
    So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere
    S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare
    I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past
    and I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass

    Ain't no more pilin up your faeces
    cos niggas be actin like bitches
    Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart
    I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart
    like me, bring it back e'rybody die
    Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July
    Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
    even though I'd rather do the shit by myself

    [Chorus:]

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    Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance
    Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah
    Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
    when you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no

    [Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T]

    Things are kinda cruel on the streets
    Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me
    But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me
    Why is that? I had no son enemies
    I got rid of every last motherfucker
    for the simple fact I can't trust a
    Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit
    You come my way so ya have to die bitch

    I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead
    beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin
    wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
    Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
    Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver
    Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva
    Neither you or crew that you pumpin
    wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin

    Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9
    Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine
    Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty
    Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me
    Swing my way you get your dome sprayed
    [????] [????] fucked around and became my best friend
    Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"
    like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!"

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1]

    Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named [?]"Xena spokes and vogues"[?]
    Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
    Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose
    Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well
    Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
    Late night, greedy gut, major clientel
    Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will

    Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I
    love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
    Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker
    with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
    When I fill your ass to the rim like brim
    I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them
    How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker
    I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker

    [Chorus]

    Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
    when you know that you ain't gon' shoot
    [repeat]

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    Composición: E. Stevens y D. Stevens

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