Funky Behavior Lyrics
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It's the funk<br />
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Funky behavior<br />
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Nothin can save ya<br />
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[ VERSE 1: Rube ]<br />
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I step up on the scene, you see my team's droopy<br />
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I'm comin tight and never soupy<br />
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Booty-ass lyrics don't strive in my camp<br />
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Niggas keep poppin that weak but I can't<br />
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I keep a low pro and this Rube ain't a soloist<br />
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I ain't a new jack hustler, Busta Brown<br />
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I been around these parts for a while<br />
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Layin down tracks like tow<br />
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Now you can't solve a problem if it's not debated<br />
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And it's not a problem if it's cock-related<br />
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Cause I'm on the grind till the day I die, hoe<br />
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What the fuck do I gots to lie fo'?<br />
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Nothin can save ya from the funky behavior<br />
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I let my crop on the top meet the razor<br />
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And roll around town with the clown frown of my mug shot<br />
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Servin out dopefiend deadshots<br />
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[ VERSE 2: Chezski ]<br />
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I try to hold and get a piece while the fools slip<br />
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And keep an attitude and never lose grip<br />
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And watch for the jacks and the strayin lead<br />
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And maintain peace in my gone head<br />
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But still it's gettin hectic<br />
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And all I'm really tryin to do is find an exit<br />
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So I drift to the soundproof and show skills<br />
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Fuckers feel me every time my snap spills<br />
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I aim to have my own, du<br />
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Everything that I need in a month or two<br />
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So now you feel the pressure when you spot funk<br />
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Potna Deuce is in the house and never got skunk<br />
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I play the back cool and let my throat strain<br />
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Diggin in the middle for the big game<br />
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Behavior's full of funk for the rough poke<br />
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V-Town, the city for the downstroke<br />
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[ VERSE 3: Beesh ]<br />
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Now I'm too funked out for my playas<br />
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And I'm not trippin off you other muthafuckas<br />
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Bitch, I'm still puffin on the Taylors<br />
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And I'm never gon' give it up<br />
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(Hey man, y'all need to stop bullshittin, man)<br />
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We do it our way, you can do it yours<br />
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Fuck around, let us blow your doors<br />
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'Baby got back' - nah, baby got bomb<br />
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So peep game like a peeping tom<br />
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Beatin them batties down till they hot<br />
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Her mama's comin home so I can't get cock<br />
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After the nut I got to cut and bounce like that<br />
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The yak was fat, but I forgot my hat<br />
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But still I gotta leave with my dick on bruise<br />
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Dat's my potna, them my fools<br />
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Automatic causin havoc though<br />
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Cause that funky behavior got me way too fuckin towed
