bishop lamont - it's funny lyrics
(yeah!)
motherf-ck the club
i got ’em packed in my house, pro wrestlin’ in the tub
look-lookin’ like a scene, [?]
get real
ain’t no trickin’ ain’t no tippin’
just yo’ lips gettin’ filled
and i’m feelin kinda h-rny
do i make you h-rny, hot like chili con carne?
(ah yeah yeah yeah)
i’m just that guy
homie no lie
nas ain’t this fly
i heard the questions, here the answers:
yes the west is back
the best on track and k!llin’ rap
i got it rap
they feelin’ that
comin’ back
fiendin’ like i’m dealing crack
in fact, i’m so dope, the freeway rick of rap
it’s the abominable snowman
phenomenal flow, man
i’m 21st rollin’
you in size 13s on the sidewalk strollin’
i know you mad that i’m the sh-t
but blow it out your colon
[hook:]
it’s funny (ha hahahaha ha!)
rappers be lying, ain’t got no money
it’s funny (ha hahahaha ha!)
same b-tches used to diss us puttin’ kisses all on me
my my, what a difference a day makes
what a difference that dre makes
it’s like i got the same face
they treat me so different when i walk in the same place
them haters wanna hug me now they love me
it’s funny
(yawn)
turn on the radio, i’m so bored
it’s musical soft p-rn, i need that hardcore
(i said) turn on the radio, i’m so bored
it’s musical soft p-rn, i need that hardcore
please
these b-tch n-ggas ain’t bumpin’
them flimsy raps is cinemax, never show me nothin’
you bend the facts, spin your plaques
spin your wax and spin your caps
ventilate your fitted with so many mags
not small, i mean many mags
you can buff, act tough
one strap would crack open
all y’all six packs
so go on, b-tch, press one, [?] chest
i could get your whole family touched like it’s incest
my bad, i’m supposed to rap fun
even though i am let me put away the gun
you wanna make bread, i’ll show you how it’s done
n-gga i’ll sell you like i told you where babies come from
[hook]
n-gga can’t, never could
and should, never would
that’s why procrastinatin’ n-ggas is still broke in the hood
call my ride noah’s ark, dashboard all wood
take two of each chick and stick em in the whip
blacks, whites, latinos, indians, asians
there’s too many to mention
got ’em all like united nations
flow so cold, in the summer got ’em shaking
forcin’ animals into premature hibernation
i’m so cool, i’m freezing, the reason n-ggas putting christmas lights up in the wrong season
ain’t no teasing, just d-ck pleasing
moby d-ck there she blow where i’m breezin’
rhymes so sick the ad libs keep sneezing (achoo!)
when i was broke used to put me on izods
but now i’m fixed now they put me on ipods
it makes me laugh ’cause now the haters want my autograph
[hook]
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