2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah Fuck all these niggas You know what I'm talking about Wino Yeah yeah yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk And I ain't no punk That's right that's right A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it Snap your CD and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna' I'm still bending cornas' Bucking shots on your block and sipping on Corona's Uuhuhuuh your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide Sitting in the barn with no alarm Straight up collected it cool and calm Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless Had to be passing out bruises lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss Before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentiary still penetrating your grill I keep on keeping it right while you keep on keeping it real I'll bring the treble and the bass to dilapidate your waist Coolio's on the case get yo ho out my face fool La-di da-di (La-li) I don't know karate but I know ka-razor And none of y'all can't fade me I know you wanna try to play me And busta's wanna playa hate me I'm one of the dopest niggas out I Guess that's why they hate me 'Cause I slang hits like niggas slang cavi I remain like khakis I guess that's why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit mo batta' (Might be the F) Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected so check it Uuhuhuuh dip diver socializer I've been rocking These motherfucking microphones Since nineteen seventy-niner (Nineteen seventy-niner) And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise CPT M.C. for hire My name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire (Fire) So what's your desire baby love? (Why you're doing?) Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas? Eitha' way it go I'm dumping and I'm dipping Still tennis shoe pimping 40 Thevz in position Fee-fi-fo-fum now nigga I'm a giant and yo ass is like Jack But yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz you ain't even like Cadillac You mo like a Regal I'ma Pitbull and you's a Beagle I'm set to strangle hanging emcee's at all Angles As their legs start to dangle Dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles Compton Long Beach and Carson Hawthorne Living with the Watts some sending out shout outs I used to drink Ol' Gold (Gold) now I just stroll (Stroll) Straight to the X.O. section of my neighborhood liquor store (Store) Huuhuah and you know what make me laugh bitch? Even your mama want my autograph......