Get Funky

[Hook:] "Get Funky" "That's right" (x4) [JuJu:] It's the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger Complicated my style change I get stranger Freak flows let opponents know That I combat the stats and defeat the foes Gots to get money kid you know how it goes And I'm still livin' fowl even stickin' up hoes [Psycho Les:] Equipped with the Beatnuts funk Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked I rolled him in some Bambu and threw him right in my truck punk I told you once and I won't tell you twice I freak the stunts and I won't pay the price For stickin' in hun paradise cause it's all good I know you wish you could [Hook] (x8) [Fashion aka Al Tariq:] You got the brews but the cool is just save ya Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya Raise ya give you junky juice that was major (And you don't stop) comin' from the soul Cause the heart is the funk spot Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the don't squeeze Ju come down spray these niggas with the funk please [JuJu:] Somebody said you were looking for static G Those who try to play me close could die tragically I got a merciless flow that's infatically fatal That attacks the brain automatically Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking Dirty alone I never do what the pope says I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez [Hook] [Psycho Les:] With a 1-2-3, 3 and 2-1 Only type of twat a preacher could eat is nun Hun don't it sound sweet to the drum? Drum trip as I flip till it's done Son act like you recognize dad Run to poppa come get what you never had I'm (superbad) and ducks get mad cause it's all good I know you wish you could (get funky) [Fashion aka Al Tariq:] We got you wanna more puff from the Nut Go on take a hit from my shit but it's a rough one Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one Use to be two in the crew now it's plus one I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin' Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin' I'm a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye Make way motherfucks it's the real superfly