Dunk the Funk

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N.W.A - Rap, In English

Dunk the Funk

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[Verse 1 ] Kicking at the mouth, now you know what I'm called Your soul, I'll leave the Pole now 'cause I'm on a roll Stupid def on the wax and I'm letting you know This is as funky as the funk made years ago Deadly, antagonistic I'm the marshall of ? If you want to we can battle, unless you don't feel like fighting Stronger than strong, yeah boy and it's over When I feel the funk around, I turn to K and say "and it goes!" [Chorus] Dunk the Funk Things are gettin' real funky Dunk the Funk Things are gettin' real funky (yeah) Dunk the Funk Things are gettin' real funky (bombs away!) Dunk the Funk Things are gettin' real funky [Verse 2] Springsteen's past, I'm next in line, I'm The Boss I'm making money 'cause I'm cooler than the kid Jack Frost Getting girlies in gear, when I'm kicking my rhyme I'm on stage, my voice and hands are moving in summertime Be hip to the fact that I'm good and I'm black I'll take the head of the pack and jack 'em up like a handjack Ask Fresh K, you could say that the Crew's in effect And when we get ill It's like a jam in the projects Stupid dope rhymes [?] stands up like a knife Cold number one player of the game called life Fila Fresh is the groove got you shaking your butt Fresh K on the mic and Dr. Rock on the cut Hard-hitting, dangerous, call your mom I'll be the best before I'm twenty, got bread in my palm Overcoming adversity, being patient and calm Messing around with The Doc's like detonating a bomb Attempt to play yourself, because I'm cold getting busy With some help from my friends, make the suckers feel dizzy No wonder who's capable, and the Fresh Crew did it And you with it 'cause it appeared that Rock would ... Hit it Dunk The Funk *scratching* (hit it) (bombs away!) Dunk The Funk *scratching* (hit it) Dunk The Funk *scratching* (hit it) (bombs away!) Dunk The Funk *scratching* (hit it) [Verse 3] A category of rap Known one with the most With some help from my homeboys from the West coast Like the eye of the tiger, now I have sight 'Cause were trading on the mic we're doing this up right Even where [?] are banned, the funk is everlasting Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting In radios, parks, clothes emporiums House speakers and school auditorium You can tell by the new def Fila's I bought You stand corrected you should took the class I taught So realize the surprise, left behind the door Who you considered best, ain't the best no more I'm top ranking, the leader of the pure MCs Don't hit my [?] and then run, I like to hear them say "please!" Hitting harder than hard rock, and you get a taste Of the man we call the Doctor of the Hip Hop Bass Dunk The Funk *scratching* (bombs away!) Dunk The Funk *scratching* Dunk The Funk *scratching* (bombs away!) Dunk The Funk *scratching* [Verse 4] Fresh K is out running, things are getting right 'Cause I'm a song [?] kept warm all night Crazy chilling on life, so there's no need to get high How do I spell relief? F-U-N-K-Y Yes, yes y'all, on and on, ain't no stopping Dr. Rock upon the wheels will keep rocking Me, I won't give an inch In a pinch, I'm a cinch Lead scorer on the team, so I don't ride the bench Back home they wanna talk, say ain't no way that we be funkin' Yo K, what we be doing? Homeboy cold thuggin' it I getting worse everyday, boy Smelling, getting nasty No sucker out the box never getting nothing past me I make ya swoon what I sing (instantly) You're my friend You want cold grow yourself an Afro again (straight up, straight up) Pressure feeling inside, [?] so hard that it hurts You get a pick with a [?] and [?] Nothing, but nothing is stopping me from my goal Of being best in the nation before I'm twenty years old After this there's not much more that we can do But make it funky Du-duh du du-duh-duh duh-duh [?] You put your firsts the air Then you'll rise like a elephant Make [?] like a cow bell Now you wanna dance, 'cause your loving my hump Me and you, and all the groupies gonna Dunk the funk Believe that, you know what I'm saying? Yo, so man, now, you done made the record Now what you wanna do? Man, I wanna got to Church's, man, I want get me some chicken

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Credits

Writers
  • ​The D.O.C.
  • Fresh K
  • Dr. Rock