Текст (слова) песни: Craig Mack - Funk Wit Da Style

[Craig Mack]
Aww shit, here come the man again
You know if you can`t with the style that`s goin on right now
then you need to be sittin down

If MC`s can`t get with the style that`s goin on
then you need to sit down

Do your thing Mack, do it to `em nigga! Ahh whassup?
What you don`t know, what you don`t know, kick `em in the grill

"But anyway, I`d like to take this.. anyway, I`d
Anyway, I`d like to this time out to bother you"

Oh no no no no
No I don`t think you can get liver than me G
So sit back, relax, Mack`s about to attack
And turn your flav into Similac cause it`s like that
I kick funk out the frame, make it insane
With all local stops set to crumble like a (?) train
My thickest format, my format`s thicker all that
No comp for combat with bwoy like Supercat
Show you where my head`s at I crack you with a bat
Where the funk? Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?)
Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can`t sit
Now ain`t that some shh.. I rip it
I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur
Live from Creedmore under the floor
It`s like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?)
Check the (?) MC and his project
All you brothers need to know doe
There`s no more best MC cause that is now me
See, G, I am king MC
Once said from me can`t another brother disagree
Got the funk bleedin all out your trunk
And there`s all there is to it (that`s all there is)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
If you can`t funk with the style that`s goin on
then you need to be sittin down

[Craig Mack]
You must got no brains in ya head
I kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I got
Trust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-pee
I got what you can`t see, somethin like a leprosy
I slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. this
When it`s time for me to stun `em
MC`s I warned them..
I`ll put `em on the moon without funk to listen to
Then again, my vibration
may give the sensation they`re on vacation
Y`all brothers need a (?)
Real rugged alligator MC hater from the fader
You little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjack
Sit back and watch how the earth crack
You funk around, you lay around, that`s how it goes
And I suppose MC`s still wanna try me
King of the mountain is a hard rock
Do you understand, smile and I`ll take you out like the mob
Check it black, after the Mack there`s no recoup
Not even soup, get out shake the hula hoop
Comin out the ground..
Gettin down..

[Chorus]

[Craig Mack]
Sometimes alone I be writin
Must be frightenin, to hear I`m on the air
but I don`t care, (?) `til I`ll see you sick(?)
Son, grandson, no tellin when I`m done (no tellin baby)
I`m about do you and you on some new
Who has a date and thank you for waitin
There my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brain
then you learned from rap that rap`s a mistake
You won`t get a break
Big as a cake for me to make, and you bake
So, banzaii, here comes the flyest guy
that you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup)
I do a behind..
and rewind, I wanna kick some more shit
Down your faucet, I pours it
Mighta lost it, but then I retrieve it
Believe it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a while
Peace from the king
Peace from the king G, here it go
One time for your motherfunkin mind

[Chorus]

Sittin down, bwoy

"Anyway I`d like to take this time out.."
"No more music by the suckers"

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Craig Mack - Funk Wit Da Style [Craig Mack] Aww shit, here come the man again You know if you can`t with the style that`s goin on right now then you need to be sittin down If MC`s can`t get with the style that`s goin on then you need to sit down Do your thing Mack, do it to `em nigga! Ahh whassup? What you don`t know, what you don`t know, kick `em in the grill "But anyway, I`d like to take this.. anyway, I`d Anyway, I`d like to this time out to bother you" Oh no no no no No I don`t think you can get liver than me G So sit back, relax, Mack`s about to attack And turn your flav into Similac cause it`s like that I kick funk out the frame, make it insane With all local stops set to crumble like a (?) train My thickest format, my format`s thicker all that No comp for combat with bwoy like Supercat Show you where my head`s at I crack you with a bat Where the funk? Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?) Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can`t sit Now ain`t that some shh.. I rip it I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur Live from Creedmore under the floor It`s like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?) Check the (?) MC and his project All you brothers need to know doe There`s no more best MC cause that is now me See, G, I am king MC Once said from me can`t another brother disagree Got the funk bleedin all out your trunk And there`s all there is to it (that`s all there is) [Chorus: repeat 4X] If you can`t funk with the style that`s goin on then you need to be sittin down [Craig Mack] You must got no brains in ya head I kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I got Trust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-pee I got what you can`t see, somethin like a leprosy I slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. this When it`s time for me to stun `em MC`s I warned them.. I`ll put `em on the moon without funk to listen to Then again, my vibration may give the sensation they`re on vacation Y`all brothers need a (?) Real rugged alligator MC hater from the fader You little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjack Sit back and watch how the earth crack You funk around, you lay around, that`s how it goes And I suppose MC`s still wanna try me King of the mountain is a hard rock Do you understand, smile and I`ll take you out like the mob Check it black, after the Mack there`s no recoup Not even soup, get out shake the hula hoop Comin out the ground.. Gettin down.. [Chorus] [Craig Mack] Sometimes alone I be writin Must be frightenin, to hear I`m on the air but I don`t care, (?) `til I`ll see you sick(?) Son, grandson, no tellin when I`m done (no tellin baby) I`m about do you and you on some new Who has a date and thank you for waitin There my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brain then you learned from rap that rap`s a mistake You won`t get a break Big as a cake for me to make, and you bake So, banzaii, here comes the flyest guy that you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup) I do a behind.. and rewind, I wanna kick some more shit Down your faucet, I pours it Mighta lost it, but then I retrieve it Believe it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a while Peace from the king Peace from the king G, here it go One time for your motherfunkin mind [Chorus] Sittin down, bwoy "Anyway I`d like to take this time out.." "No more music by the suckers" Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Funk Wit Da Style: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/14676.html Все тексты песен: Craig Mack » Craig Mack - Shinika » Craig Mack - Mainline » Craig Mack - Flava In Ya Ear » Craig Mack - Get Down Remix » Craig Mack - Get Down » Craig Mack - Real Raw » Craig Mack - Mainline » Craig Mack - Making Moves With Puff » Craig Mack - Get Down » Craig Mack - Real Raw » Craig Mack - Real Raw » Craig Mack - Judgement Day » Craig Mack - Shinika » Craig Mack - Jockin My Style » Craig Mack - Flava In Ya Ear (Remix) » Craig Mack - Jockin My Style » Craig Mack - Jockin My Style » Craig Mack - Judgement Day » Craig Mack - Get Down » Craig Mack - When God Comes Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Белый - Железная сказка » Ира Ежова - Анна » Игорь Андриенко - Песня Паука или Виртуального Властителя Умов » Игорь Жук - Освiдчення » Игорь Белый - Пиратское танго » Илья Зускович - Письма » Ирина Руднева - Не проси на ладонь монет... » И.Богушевская - Наперегонки с волной » Иван Кучин - Человек в телогрейке » Игорь Рощин - Лирический парафраз по мотивам Ивасей » И.Тальков - Ты опоздала » Илья Зускович - Квадрат квадратов » Игорь Черкасов - Все может быть, все может статься... » Иван Конев - Юлькин блюз » Ираклий Пирцхалава - Закрой глаза рукой » Ирина Левинзон - Масленица » Игорь Жук - Дурацкая песня (про любовь) » Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Ты находка и утрата » Игорь Рабин - Исходит небо в пятнах туч, и от дождя серо... » Игорь Жук - Путь
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