Lirik Da Funk - Redman
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Verse 1 Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself:
Yo yo yo check this out
Yo yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo yo Red
Yo what's up G?
Yo yo yo check this out
I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So what we're gonna do is we're gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah yeah
That ol' P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that's it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol' shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown's socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it
Chorus:
Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up
Verse 1:
Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven,
Yo yo yo check this out
Yo yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo yo Red
Yo what's up G?
Yo yo yo check this out
I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So what we're gonna do is we're gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah yeah
That ol' P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that's it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol' shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown's socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it
Chorus:
Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up
Verse 1:
Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven,