what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might
Funk knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it
places I never went before I still dress the same So it must be my name I can't deal With who's real and who's not Who treated me the same When my record
was taught It ain't a crime If ya don't get caught chorus(3x) It ain't a crime if you don't get caught That's how it is homie like it or not Now, comin
chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House
I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip
Runnin' Up on Ya Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid
much love to my man Bronk Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell
friend every day no more And cause they dont see me They think I've changed But, I the same motherfucker no doubt What's it all about I thought we was
I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Makin' every mark that was out after dark Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I'd dash
x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it
I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money
Ya, dis me and I'm a dis ya back I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it I'm a swing it, I'm a swing it
I said, but I won't repeat it If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it And if you can't feed it then why not blow You may be positive
it is, homie, like it or not It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a sale if it don't get bought It ain't a show if I don't get paid She
the cause When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I
quit Yeah, keep it comin' And ya don't stop They say Uh and ya don't quit It's not paranoia I got something for ya It's made of chrome And it'll burst
