The Funky Funky Bomb

Lyrics

[Chorus: Slow Pain] Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Yeah, them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs) [Verse 1: Slow Pain] Slow Pain, the funky, funky funky Bomb Creeping on that ass with funk, funky hood ski masks It's '95 and it's time for the record to be straight Smoking picos and counting the money that I make Yeah I'm pimping in my 50-30 blue I'm from the baby OG clique, foos I'm rolling through the west coast laying low Ain't nothing popping off but a baldy show I make money evеryday of the week (Every week) I love frеaks in that gold Shid-nee-die The funky word got me bumping off block Hopping off the block, three wheeling around the clock It ain't the ghetto, it's the hood that I live in punk Old side original funk So come along and let's get it on Slow Pain's the name, the funky, funky bomb [Chorus: Slow Pain] Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Yeah, them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs) Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb (Them little locs are harder than the OGs, OGs, OGs...)