Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
"The Wickedest - DJ Mister Cee Featuring Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics"
Jerks Of Attention Lyrics
There is no pain, my bodies drained I never should of had that fourth slice straight We gathered round, the lost and found But my jerks of attention let me down Well I took the first one, And I pulled it back. And what was once green Had all turned black, had all turned b
There is no pain, my bodies drained I never should of had that fourth slice straight We gathered round, the lost and found But my jerks of attention let me down Well I took the first one, And I pulled it back. And what was once green Had all turned black, had all turned b
[Funkmaster Flex]
Hold up, shut this shit down
It's goin down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
cause you know how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah..
You're now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin
This one goin out to Brooklyn, y'all know what time it is
It's goin out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
Y'all know what time it is.. so this what I want y'all to do
I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch
Great Literature Lyrics
It's all in the way that I see things that you don't. It's all in me having a point of view that you can't. Touch or destruct, delay or confront, understand or construct. If I gave you answers you'd shove them right back in my face. What is real? Face up to the consequence of what will become. Masters
and y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies.. mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you're ready Mister Cee
we gon' get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to
If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin
All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh
Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggaz press they luck-and they get a
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
and I don't fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas
is just the way I clutch my prey, hey
I'm crazy and deranged
Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?
Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die"
Y'all niggaz hold y'all heads
Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop..
{*Funk Flex scratches the end*}
It's all in the way that I see things that you don't. It's all in me having a point of view that you can't. Touch or destruct, delay or confront, understand or construct. If I gave you answers you'd shove them right back in my face. What is real? Face up to the consequence of what will become.
and y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies.. mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you're ready Mister Cee
we gon' get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to
Funky Love Lyrics
I've been all over the world, looking for something, I've seen it all, but still I had found no one like you I broke all the rules, I played every game, I soon reliased, all that I needed was you. Do you know how much I like it, do you feel the same? cos You give me everythi
tick your dick in thisI've been all over the world, looking for something, I've seen it all, but still I had found no one like you I broke all the rules, I played every game, I soon reliased, all that I needed was you. Do you know how much I like it, do you feel the same? cos You give me everythi
If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin
All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh
Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggaz press they luck-and they get a
Mama's Trippin' Lyrics
Can you tell me why you're so uptight out of your head and ain't talkin' right Can you tell me why your mind ain't straight out of touch and can't relate Mama's trippin' daddy's slippin' Everybody's talkin' 'bout keepin' it together but I see people
buttfuck-inCan you tell me why you're so uptight out of your head and ain't talkin' right Can you tell me why your mind ain't straight out of touch and can't relate Mama's trippin' daddy's slippin' Everybody's talkin' 'bout keepin' it together but I see people
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
and I don't fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas
is just the way I clutch my prey, hey
I'm crazy and deranged
Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?
Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die"
Y'all niggaz hold y'all heads
Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop..
{*Funk Flex scratches the end*}