Funny Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Stank ass rappers make me sick! Hold my break, [?] [Verse 1: Underated] Yo, it's Underated with the Potluck click (Yuh) When I'm on the mic, you better check your bitch (Yeah!) Every single time my rhyme is a hit (Yeah!) Don't even try to lie 'cause your boy can spit (No) Try and try but you can't catch me (Yeah!) We keep it underground, no MTV (Nah!) When I get the flow I get it like a Uzi And all the girls saying damn who's he?! (Woo!) If you can't see me on the M-I-C (Uh-uh!) I can beat fast when I bob to the beat (Woo!) Rap so fast I can rhyme in my sleep Everybody wanna go buy the CD ([?]) Go to the store and stand in line (Yeah) Look at that girl, oh damn, she's fine (Ooh!) I wanna get her number and she wants to get mine 'Cause every other girl loves hip-hop rhymes (Ah) Already know that I do it all day And it ain't no problem that I'm rockin' the stage (Yeah?) Reppin' Humboldt county all the way to the bay (Yeah?) Smokin' my weed 'til my hair turn grey (Uh) Never gonna stop (Never!), never gonna quit (Never!) Mothafuckas know this is Potluck bitch (Oh!) If you wanna talk shit, go grab a mic (Do it!) Yeah, damn right, I'm here for life (Yeah!) Suck my dick, make me cum Bitch, do you know where the fuck I'm from? (No, where?) West coast, where the dope is flow (Yeah?) Search Too $hort, E-40 Vicious flow and it can't be stopped (Aha?) Stack the dough and fuck the cops (Yeah?) My klick is sicker than chicken pox And if you don't like it then bitch kick rocks [Interlude] Everybody say "you shouldn't say this, you shouldn't say that" See? Fun is fun, this is just expression Talk your language, talk this everyday It ain't nothing to be ashamed of… [Verse 2: 1-Ton] Here goes 1-Ton for the Potluck click (Uh-huh?) When I get drunk and talk that shit When I kick it around better watch your chick 'Cause I think your miss wanna kiss this dick (Hoho!) Blow so cold so cold me bro And it ain't fair that I can't smoke my dro' I do what I do, so, I hope you know No other fat nigga do a whole lotta blow (Yeah) I'm doin' my own thing, blow out my nose ring Gimme my coat, where my hoes be? (Ah) When I count money everybody knows me (Fuck you, hoe!) All about the cheese still got no bling, no fling (Nah) No ring, nobody gonna be so light (Yuh) So tight eyesight It's everytime, I touch the mic Now, I gotta get it height (Uh), never get it right They call me the man like I'm ballin' again (See?) All in the stands and party with the fans (Egh) All to the good and talkin' to the chance We poppin' the shan, we part of the fam (Yeah!) Listen to me grow, this is how I go Quit it and diss it and we hit with the show (Uh) Flip a lil' dough, hit up a couple of hoes Quick as I get it when I'm kickin' it with a dro' [Interlude] Understand niggas is gon' hate you regardless Get that out of your head, that fantasy world where niggas ain't hatin' on you You need haters If there's any haters here right now that don't have anybody to hate on feel free to hate on me? [Verse 3: Underated & 1-Ton] The sign is to rappin', you're tryin' too hard We make it happen by raisin' the bar Lyrically packin' and jackin' your car (Yeah) Leadin' your girl at the back of the bar With a crew that you wanna be like (No one) Smoke all night and make the flow tight Ready to rep the rhyme so nice (Yuh?) Puff, puff, pass as I'm passin' the mic Pass me the mic bro, pass it to me (Okay?) Crack another brew and smashin' it to be Pass sideways as I'm sagging my jeans (Ha!) Potluck's here, do you know what that means? (Whut?) It means were about to take over the show (Woo!) Toke another bowl, takin' over the flow I like my girls fast and my bong hits slow Were in the studio 'til we all get dough [Outro] Don't ya just love that shit? That's a catchy ass song! You just wanna jump up shit and climb off! I'm feeling that shit! I'm going nowhere, that's gonna be there a long time!