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Somethin Funky 4 The Streets - King George/Master p/Silkk The Shocker/Lil Ric
Damn Silkk keep shaking
That motherf**ker it's bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok I'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool
In the crackhouse
Cutting up the diggety d**e
Breaking down the keys
Cutting them up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good
For the d**e fiends
Not too much baking soda
Gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 Up
Shake the sh*t well till
The motherf**ker bubble up
And now it's time
For the testing of the d**e
Bring in the junkie and
If he choke than it's good smoke
Now it's off to the hood
Til we open up shop
Partner but it's all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9
Standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing time
In the county jail
It been two weeks
But it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching b**ch
And after 12 o'clock partner
We going to handle this
Put they heads
On flat like Lawerence Taylor
Bullets flying everywhere
They'll never find a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that a**
I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that a** to sleep
And it's a message
From the motherf**king street
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Top down as we ride
Thru the giggety streets
OG blood in my veins
But they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from
It's bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping
That could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones
The mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys
Drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street
You'll get jacked in the county streets
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
I'm in the black chev
Coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping sh*t like
The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me
See in 94 them b**ches can't fade me
And to your dome it's a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that a**
You see the No Limit mob
You better move fast
Being real cause the P don't high side
89 did my first f**king drive-by
Open fire with
That deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling
As the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back
Of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business
And we slowly smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out just bust
Caps and we got away
TRU g's in the d**e game
But always coming thru with
Something funky for the streets man
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes