Funky Behavior
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It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
I step up on the scene, you see my jeans droopy
I'm comin' tight, never soupy
Booty-ass lyrics don't strive in my camp
Niggas keep poppin' that weak, but I can't
I keep a low pro and this groove ain't a soloist
I ain't a new jack hustler, Buster Brown
I've been around these parts for a while
Layin' down tracks like tile, now
You can't solve a problem if it's not debated
And it's not a problem if it's cop-related
'Cause I'm on the grind 'til the day I die, ho
What the fuck do I gots to lie fo'?
Nothin' can save ya from the funky behavior
I let my crop on the top meet the razor
And roll around town with a clown frown on my mugshot
Servin' out dopefiend dust shots
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
I try to hold and get in peace while the fools slip
And keep an attitude and never lose grip
And watch for the jacks and the stray lead
And maintain peace in my gone head
But still it's gettin' hectic
And all I'm really tryin' to do is find an exit
So I drift to the soundproof and show skills
Fuckers feel me every time a snap spills
I aim to have my own due
Everything that I need in a multitude
So now you feelin' pressure when you spot funk
Potna Dukes is in the house and never got skunk
I play the back cool and let my throat strain
Diggin' in the middle for the big game
Behavior's full of funk for the rough, ho
V-Town, the city for the down stroke
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
Now I'm still crunked out for my players (I'm too high)
And I'm not trippin' off you other
Motherfuckers, bitch (I ain't like this)
I'm still puffin' on the Taylors (Dudes be sick as a motherfucker)
And I'm never gon' give it up (E-Young, you stop bullshittin', man)
We do it our way, you can do it yours
Fuck around, let us blow your doors
Baby got back, now baby got bombs
So keep game like a peepin' Tom
Beatin' them babies down 'til they hot
Her mama's comin' home, so I can't get caught
After the nut I got to cut and bounce like Zach
The 'iac was phat, but I forgot my hat
But still, I gotta leave with my dick on bruise
That's my partner, them my fools
Automatic, causin' havoc there
'Cause that funky behavior got me way too fuckin' turnt
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya
It's the funk, funky behavior, nothin' can save ya