half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me
that way I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin Tellin me to pay my respects and move
could they buy that Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness I'm on a whole 'nother plane A
Snuff the punk, I'm getting tired of you chump Bass in your face You'll get a taste of P.O.D. Funk When I say punk or chump I don't mean you Talkin
' me this is what you want Baselines and snares that will make you funk Intimidated by his 14 year old At 97 he's a different kind of funk We push together
history Everyday people like you and me C'mon We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk
me Got no family planned Houston can you hear me Ground-control can you feel me Need permission to land I don't wanna rock, DJ But you're making me feel
slickest shepherd around I was lost but was found, now I gets down from Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit Up-town, Diggin Planets
Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a. [Myself ? ? ?] Myself, me Myself and I [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. [PP/Jamal Dorsey] Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant
won't, you fake the funk See Snoop is the G in the G-Funk Now don't do nothin that you can't get out of me Uh uh, you know I got big love for the real
the book from ex to that puff you Lookin' to get took. Abracadabra, 151 and coke is viagra Give it to me give it to me give it to me got her in love From
make da Planet Rock (Ugh) St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Topeka make da Planet
VA, up side to Philly Y'all be killin me, for real on the really Recognize the P, when you see he sport the Kangol with N-I-K-E Break me off a piece of
chest and In combat if they fat I'll skinny em Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk Call me booshe nigga, LBC me
from planning dreams Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat, And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep, But me, I dont