Funk fo da Blvd

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot, Filthy Rich] It's that funk, funk for the boulevard In them days boy you had to be pimpin' It's that funk, for the boulevard Take me a toke and I'm destined for the track [Verse 1: Fury] It's funk for the boulevard so as them thang's spinnin' squeak And the dames grinnin' peak we on the same winnin' streak Cause I'm peekin' on the weekend if you ain't leakin when you see me holla At that E.G. Scholar all about that motley dollar When I'm in that old smoke, [?] 'em, feel hurt When we skeet-skirt on these jerks puttin' in planet G work Straight game explosive sayer, Sea-town compulsive player You want me cashin' it's your last, that ain't my fault shit-payer I'm on the move and all you busters wanna see me freeze Gotta represent that clique known as The Elite Gs And no cheapies pay with they weight every time we pull a broad And they can feel me servin' this shit for the boulevard [Verse 2: Bookie] While I'm strikin' I'm flippin' this grip It's time to get ready I'm crakin' that whip Gotta get your pedi I'm poppin' much funk Up in your household with that sickness keepin' it steady Get ready to bone with this I'm buckin' that Cadillac chrome about the lot on the ready to twist The Elite Gs Mr. [?] what's up gotta drop that pie Cause if you high then you gon' miss me on this cut, but guess what Fake players don't even roll We keep them fools out the business so here we go And as I flow and while I twist this whole track to claim perfection And the boulevard is right in my direction Now here's the section where you funk with [?] Drop that punk snitch we out here in Seattle where these ballers come in fat cliques [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot, Filthy Rich] It's that funk, funk for the boulevard In them days boy you had to be pimpin' It's that funk, for the boulevard Take me a toke and I'm destined for the track [Verse 3: Additude Adjuster, Sir Mix-a-Lot] '96 we puttin' it down like we supposed to You said he makin' gram but you cannot get in close to The players, the pimps, the boss, the macks right Strikin' out the block in a black Cadillac uh Switches and gold-D's, a 45 Smith and Wesson I got somethin' for these fools stressin' boom, boom Holla at me baby if you wanna ride ha-ha And right pass the haters we'll slide south side If you're a G, come on, up on a pump get gone They got me chokin' on bomb until it's gone I'm gettin' blow all day a new brothel every day It's just the west coast in me, man what can I say W, nigga Stuck in the streets I wanna see it crack game For the shit that is up and I can never lack Racin' the hood, it kept Additude hard straight Scarred for life with that funk for the boulevard [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot, Filthy Rich] It's that funk, funk for the boulevard In them days boy you had to be pimpin' It's that funk, for the boulevard Take me a toke and I'm destined for the track [Verse 4: Sir Mix-a-Lot, ?] *whistle* hey *whistle* hey, gitty-up what you say Boulevard boss buckin' this horse wanna get laid hey Former king of this concrete gave my tools to the elites Kicks up my feet and watch these fools rip up streets But I'm still known to ease through these ho-zones And gets my mack on, take 'em home, hook a bone, now get gone Slow my driving pace to a crawl Shift to reverse cause you called Backs up that one block pops my locks when I stop I gets cunt you gets cock I don't flip flop, nope (haha) Like rappin' runnin' and diddly I pull this Glock quickly so PA just don't start no shit please My goal is to poke not shoot That's my group we like women in loot and big German coupes From O-H-10 to the Hog Yard we cloggin' up intersections Playin' funk for the boulevard, yeah