High School High movie - Why You Wanna Funk? lyrics
rate meSong by Spice-1 and the Click<br /><br>
[Intro: (some dred woman)]<br>
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Dere's no time for dem future<br>
Come short wit me 9 milimeter<br>
Body beater, doesn't pick up<br>
Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh<br>
[repeat]<br>
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[Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]<br>
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Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't <br>
think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate<br>
Just a down ass nigga that you think you know<br>
But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow<br>
So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere<br>
S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare<br>
I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past<br>
and I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass<br>
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Ain't no more pilin up your faeces<br>
cos niggas be actin like bitches<br>
Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart<br>
I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart<br>
like me, bring it back e'rybody die<br>
Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July<br>
Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf<br>
even though I'd rather do the shit by myself<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance<br>
Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah<br>
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants<br>
when you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no<br>
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[Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T]<br>
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Things are kinda cruel on the streets<br>
Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me<br>
But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me<br>
Why is that? I had no son enemies<br>
I got rid of every last motherfucker<br>
for the simple fact I can't trust a<br>
Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit<br>
You come my way so ya have to die bitch<br>
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I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead<br>
beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin<br>
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel<br>
Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this<br>
Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver<br>
Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva<br>
Neither you or crew that you pumpin<br>
wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin<br>
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Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9<br>
Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine<br>
Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty<br>
Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me<br>
Swing my way you get your dome sprayed<br>
?? fucked around and became my best friend<br>
Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"<br>
like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!"<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1]<br>
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Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named <br>
*?"Xena spokes and vogues"?*<br>
Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes<br>
Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose<br>
Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well<br>
Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el<br>
Late night, greedy gut, major clientel<br>
Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will<br>
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Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I<br>
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by<br>
Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker<br>
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth<br>
When I fill your ass to the rim like brim<br>
I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them<br>
How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker<br>
I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants<br>
when you know that you ain't gon' shoot<br>
[repeat]<br>
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