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the beatnuts - get funky lyrics

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[hook:]
“get funky” “that’s right” (x4)

[juju:]
it’s the crook with the sh-t look causin’ m-ss danger
torturing crew like jews in gas chambers
the angel of death – street smart, lyric arranger
complicated, my styles 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’ foul even stickin’ up hoes

[psycho les:]
equipped with the beatnuts funk
ain’t another brother kickin’ phat beats with sp-nk
duck tried to test me but his -ss flunked
i rolled him in some bambu and threw him right in my trunk, 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 her paradise, cause it’s all good
i know you wish you could

[hook] (x8)

[fashion aka al tariq:]
you got the blues but the kool is your saviour
down to 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 sh-t that i found out in the park lot
talk not, bustin’ crazy shots at the dope squeeze
ju, come down spray these n-ggas with that 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 emphatically fatal
it attacks the brain automatically
unleashing lyrical wrath to leave you open
crew that choose to bite might find yourself chokin’
dirty and low, i never do what the pope says
i’m tryin’ to get money like felipe lopez

[hook]

[psycho les:]
with a 1-2-3, a 3 and 2-1
only type of tw-t a preacher could eat is nun
hon, don’t it sound sweet to the drum?
drum, trip as i flip ’til 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 sh-t but it’s a rough one
bust one, remember 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 your eye
make way motherf-cks it’s the real superfly

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