I live by the funk And I die by the funk
And I am livin' it by the funk and I live
Well the harmonies they won't be kickin'
But these lyrics are so finger lickin'
When your girls' purrin' like a kitten
She'll be smitten for an a** whippin'
Now the dopper the rhyme at the scene of the crime
And you can not forget the weather
I'll be cussin' no fussin' forget all that rush
And my skin feels like its pleather
On the 4th of July that is when Bush might die
And your girl will be liking the weather
I slip her the fly and then hope she don't cry and
I pray there is no brother
'Cause she's a white girl
In a soul train line
Now my fingers are really tired
I've been up for three days and I'm wired
This girl reaps (reeks) of desire
And is burning like a mother fathers wild fire
Cause the older the doe, you know the more she might know
And the drink k**s off my liver
And the rhyme battles through everything that you do
And liquor is k**ing my system
I'm totally on the stoned upon the emcee microphone
Peace and love to all my crew
But the girl got an itching to hear that she's like this
But Bushwalla knows what to do
'Cause she's a white girl
In a soul train line
She could take a dime from a nickel bag
Yes she can
She can walk like a man, do me, doing her handstand
American bandstand, it did not comprehend
So the soul train is where she fit in
Did it again and again As if it wasn't a sin
Now they asked her, where it all began
Yes, she said Nebraska, on TV on Saturday
This is where made enough of the money
To grow up, bail out n-move to the city
Greyhound bus, true grit, real titties
And she made her way as the Soul Train pretty
'Cause she's a white girl
In a soul train line
And I am livin' it by the funk
And I am livin' it by the funk
And I am livin' it by the funk and I live