2 Low - Funky Lil n***a lyrics

[ 2Low ] You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo I'm 2Low, that funky little n***aroe Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing on MY nuts Cause I got the sh** so tight A young n***a doin damage to the mic (you sho' right) I'm 13, but I ain't dumb So bring it on if you muthaf**as want some Cover your dome because it's on once again And I'm a young n***a that's known to win I got my street sense from these muthaf**in streets, b**h And I'm comin real, cause I ain't f**in with that weak sh** Pa** me the joint and let me kick it for the old folks All the O.G.'s back in the hood that once sold dope Jammin-happy villains, I'm leavin on the next train Runnin the game, so when I'm gone I be set, mayn Got a bank account, so I can stack some g's And have nice things like Cutla** on d's Fresh candy paint, kickin sh** live And f**in with this whip before I'm old enough to drive My teacher can't stand me cause I give him no respect I ain't sayin "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signin me a check So you can miss me with that muthaf**in bum sh** I'm gettin paid makin maze, f** the dumb sh** You ain't my mother and I ain't your f**in son So in reality, b**h, you gets none I'm gettin busy on this muthaf**in track for ya Funky - cause I'm the funky little n***a (n***a, n***a) Cause I'm the funky little - n***a (n***a, n***a) He-he-he Cause I 'm a funky little n***a (n***a, n***a) (n***a, n***a) [ 2Low ] Here we go once again with the real sh** Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes I can't be faded with the sh**, cause I'm a young troop I sport them Nikes, not the Reeboks or K-Swiss And while I'm on the subject of feet, let me say this I kick a** like I'm Bruise Lot And let me squash this sh**: real n***as do die Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that Deuce like Let me hit the swisher and let me show you what my juice like Rippin up sh** in '93 like a chainsaw Makin n***as say, "Goddamn, that little n***a raw!" And I can square the sh** off right I'm straight from ?Warm Cloth? where these n***as don't fist-fight They got they muthaf**in pistols shootin sh** up Tust enough to get your punk a** lit up It's not about the set I claim, cause I don't bang I'm just a n***a from the hood who let his nuts hang And I can give a muthaf** about a n***a if he's bigger I'm 2Low, b*atch, the funky little n***a (n***a, n***a) He-he-he [ Scarface ] You'se the funky little what? [ 2Low ] The funky little - n***a (n***a, n***a) [ Scarface ] You'se a funky little n***a (n***a, n***a) He-he [ 2Low ] The funky little n***a (n***a, n***a) [ Scarface ] Let me see if you can f** with this since you're so funky Where is Cedric? Where is Cedric? [ 2Low ] Here I am Here I am [ Scarface ] How are you today, Sir? [ 2Low ] Very high, I thank you [ Scarface ] Smoke one, fool [ 2Low ] You smoke one, fool [ Scarface, (2Low) ] Well, it's Face kickin sh** with the funky little n***a (I'm the funky little n***a and I'm steady gettin bigger) Pa** the k**er, little n***a, let me hit me some dank (Pa** the bottle, muthaf**a, let me hit me some drank) I pa**ed the forty to my partner, now he's ready to roll (Crank it up, damn fool, cause I'm ready to go) I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal Knockin n***as on they a** like we Evander Holyfield (f**in up the beat is what I'm known for) And the funky little n***a is who this muthaf**in song's for Once upon a time there lived Lucky Lucky got f**ed because Lucky tried to f** me (Tried to f** you how?) Hey yo, I gave the boy some sh** He came up short, then he got his a** sidekicked Had to cut him up like a tractor Pick-pick-pick muthaf**a, I holler atcha (But you ain't gotta f** with that snow no mo') Why you say that, Low? (Cause I'm the funky little n***aroe) I couldn't hear you You'se the funky little what? (I'm the funky little - n***a) (n***a, n***a) I'm the funky little - n***a (n***a, n***a) (n***a, n***a)