Funky Lyrics II
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I'm still creepin' down the street in my Nissan truck
But I got some new Daytons, gold as fuck
I turn down the street where my homies hang
Same old thing, straight slangin' the caine
It's some jackers on the set and they don't like the C
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm strapped like a G
A nigga named Money Mike approaches me
He say, "I see you still pimpin' like an OG"
I said, "Bitch, get off my dick with that ho shit
I thought your ass got killed, you a livin' trick"
And the C ain't got time for these suckers
I put my pedal to the metal, roll past motherfuckers
In my Nissan, boomin' that funky shit
Pumpin' up these 812's and I can't get missed
Finna roll to Dixon Circle 'cause my homies are chill
Smokin' indo weed and drinkin' that cold beer
But the C don't smoke weed, I just drink OE
Kickin' it like a true vet on the down low streets
Can you understand my rhyme when my rhyme is cool?
You can't understand my rhyme, then fuck you
Yes, yes, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
You see, I roll these damn thangs 'cause they're fresh
My funky green truck pass every test
It takes a lot of time to make a funky dope-ass rhyme
That's why Ron C waited and bust at prime time
Everybody in my hood know about the C
The funky rhymesayer from Cali, G
Stayin' in big deep, and flowin' with beats
Can't nobody in your city fuck with me
You'll never catch me slippin', my bitches say I'm trippin'
Every time I'm leavin' her crib, I'm zippin'
My pants up, now you know what's up
'Cause a nigga like the C is rough and tough
I fuck 'em up, you know, with the D-O-D
It's called the dick of death in the place to be
Step up, young freak, and come and do that lick
Suck a nigga like a champ while I play with your tits
Ain't nothin' better than my big-ass dick
All between your black-ass lips
Funky lyrics, don't trip, 'cause I'm comin' again
Part two is on your ass and I'm fresh from the pen
Pimpin' rhyme is back on wax
Kickin' nothin' but the funky lyrics, black
I was a new jack, I thought you knew that
I like to roll to my beats
Funky lyrics part two and I'm back on the streets
Gettin' better than ever, I had the niggas cold trippin'
Off the track trendsetter with the bass hittin'
So damn hard up in the D-Town streets
I make a dope-ass rhyme, still funky fresh and elite
I'm still hard on a bitch and when I roll, I creep
Sneakin' and peepin' and checkin' out everything
But if you tricks wanna jack, I got somethin' for ya
Step up and get slayed, little low-life clucker
Dumb stupid motherfuckers wanna jack the C
I guess them marks don't know I kill a bitch for fuckin' with me
I never slip or trip when rollin' the strip
Because niggas will try the gank if they think that you're bent
But I know the game, Ron C's not lame
Funky lyrics part two on your ass, man
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I bust funky lyrics and I do it again
Now all these punk niggas wanna be my friend
Step on back before you get smoked
Sucker, 'cause I ain't no joke
And you bitches better listen to me
'Cause I'm a true pimp, come and suck me
Now drop your drawers so I can hit your ass
Make me bust nuts, prove that you're bad
Pretty ho, you wanna work for me?
You gotta pass a test for Ron C