Tha Funk

We want sweets, blunts, joints and bongs

And the smell of a skunk, but what the funk is going on

With these new mark-ass niggas, funkin' up the game

No techniques, they peep our style but they still lame

We rollin', macking on these hoes when we jam

'Ju know how we do it when we record tops and

Bass, keys, board, lead

Drums that explode and make your earlobes bleed

And got freaks coming through and they got funk too

Lies between they thighs, take a sniff... eww

Let me see what it do, ain't no sense in funkin' around

I pull it out, I put it in, and I put it down

We want the funk, the whole funk and nothing but

Well, you might, but I prefer the cunt

I'll funk her, I'll funk you, I'll funk the whole crew

And we'll all be funked up before it's through because

We want the funk

Gotta have some funk, yeah

We want the funk

Gotta have that funk, yeah

Funky like a toenail, we keep it funky so well

8-Ball and Devin got your girl at the hotel

Stretched out, smoking up and drinking everybody on

The spirit's in me homie, let's hook up and do a song

That funky shit that niggas lacking, we be coming with it

Boys wanna do it just because some playas did it

They love the way I spit it, bitches love the way I hit it

Get up and leave 'em, hit the streets because I gotta get it

And rap about it, every minute, every other second

Pimp a flow and get the dough from selling plenty records

That funky shit that make them bitches shake that monkey shit

Them chunky bitches with they pussy smelling like fishes

Roll your hips and let me put my dick right where your lip is

Dip out the club and we can do it over where my whip is

Uh-huh, that's the bidness ain't no faking in us

Nothing but the funk shining like a diamond glitter

We want the funk

Gotta have some funk, yeah

We want the funk

Gotta have that funk, yeah