Blue Funk

Lyrics

[Intro] God gave me a gift, to put people at ease What I do is, what I do If I was to sit down and try to tell you, break it down, you know technically, I couldn't Because I don't know, and that's the God's honest truth What I do, is what I do, I hear a beat, I feel it, I write it, I say it [Chorus: Terri, Monica & Heavy D] Check it La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk Kick it [Verse 1] Hear me out, I got thump in my trunk That's all I really need and a bag of blue funk Although I may be high profile, I keep a low pro style Stay calmly, but my homies kinda wild Mostly on the down low, now and then I hit a disco Sport suits, drink milk, never Cisco I read the funnies, watch Bugs Bunny cartoons And at my crib I dig Bob Marley yard tunes I take a spin in my Lexus coupe, sportin' sexy suits Sippin' sick, I sip chicken soup I rip stages like a maniac, lyrics like a brainiac And shows get torn no matter where we at A little bit more than better, I warm it up like a sweater A money generator, fly honey dip getter Like I said before, thump in my trunk That's all I really need and a bag of blue funk [Chorus: Terri, Monica & Heavy D] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) [Verse 2] Here comes the kid, can you dig, I got the flavor If you don't believe me, just check with your neighbor I get 'nough respect, from the roughest roughneck And I'm wicked and unruly when it comes to a mic check Drive a Jeep, catch beeps on the norm Never say much when I riff 'cause I'm a quiet storm Most of the time I'm coolin' in my crib, watchin' cable And I got crazy honeys, far from dummies in my stable I'm well known in my hood, like a gangsta When the time is right, I'd like to have a little Heav-ster I bust riffs, that'll incite the dead And beats that make you stagger like the neighborhood wine-head I warm it up like a heater, or a funky, funky drummer beater Brown sugar is sweeter; beats by Peter Like I said before, thump in my trunk That's all I really need and a bag of blue funk [Chorus: Terri, Monica & Heavy D] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) [Verse 3] In the morning time I wake up with the sun, that's how I get up When I walk the streets alone, when I'm far from home, I keep my head up Don't swing with many strangers, 'cause to me that's just a setup If you're pushin' up too close, I might be ghost and you'll get wet up Not into showin' off, because I'm not the show off type I'd rather take my time, writin' rhymes and blowin' up mics Kill, just max, make loot pay tax On the ladies blow kisses, on the gents, tip hats I like to swing with girls, 'cause to me it's a ton of laughs But after the gig is past, we on to take bubble baths I was raised well, but now I raise hell It's hard to make a livin' so now I'm livin' swell I never have a problem in the streets I'm too smooth for that I never talk or walk with a gun, but run my crew with straps Like I said before, thump in my trunk That's all I really need and a bag of blue funk [Chorus: Terri, Monica & Heavy D] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la A bag of blue funk (blue funk) [Outro: Heavy D (Pete Rock)] (Get down) (Get down) Nuff respect (Get down) To all the funk brothers Y'all know who you are (Get down) Yeah, ya hear me man (With the Heavster) Big up all y'ard mussies (Get down) Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan, Mount Vernon, Uptown RAAAHHH!! (Yeah!) (Blue funk y'all, you don't stop) (Keep on)