Chi-Ali - Funky Lemonade lyrics

[Intro] Aw yeah, it's the Fabulous Chi-Ali coming at ya with something new You know what I'm saying? We call this one "Funky Lemonade" "Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is" [Verse 1] Get a taste of the lemon, lime a, rhymer, I'm the mack A frack a lack, ripping tracks like a tractor Rap reactor with more than a bionic Man, I'm blowing up as if I was atomic No gold on my caps when I rap or when I'm struttin Cause you know, and I know, ain't no future in fronting Or fakin when you're funking, flunkie you're flunking Ring the alarm because you're bum like Jim Plunkett I get top buck, buck, chill, I'm greater I drop more flavor than the sun shines on the equator And I squeeze, the lemon on this water flowing verse So run and get your cup, cause I know you thirst [Hook] [Verse 2] I go splish, splash, I'm swimming A lemon to a lime and I rhyme for the women I blow like Hugo Boss, I'm frosty My name's Chi-Ali, not Kriss, don't Kross me Over, yes my head with airplay No, cause if it ain't rough it ain't right, ask Cato And the S to the H with A Peace be on to the brothers in the O Peachy is fat, run and tell your neighbor I even got a taste test so you can taste the flavor So get a zip, get a sip, get a guzzle Simple, no fuzzle, props or a muzzle And swallow Chi and follow, rocking the Apollo Freaks follow D Demo back to the limo So honey let me inject you with some liquid soul and Oh um ooops sorry, real ho Now money check your bunny cause honey be undressing me With her eyes and I advise don't be stressing me Stress I get enough, ain't that the truth And some time to get ??? You need proof, get Brandy I'm no Yankee but when I doodle hot dammit it's a dandy A real Bronx Bomber I run with the Legion and we blast with the Big Timer No comma, or period, or exclamation point My lemonade it's the joint, check it [Hook] [Verse 3] Abracadabra, I flow like Niagara Falls, I take none, you diss me, you got balls But I got a ball for all of that, what are ya, dense? Holy cow, another s**er clears the fence Like Atilla, hon, it gets no iller You're jocking, I'm locking sh** up like Barney Miller I got big bank, G, like hanky got panky Pull dollar from Alfalfa, then spank Spanky But don't thank me, that's the way I make a living, G Because the pop life is not for me So color me tic toc, I'm bad, I toc tic Color me pig, pa** the mic and I'll rock Shiftiest, I'm about to mert squirt mert Get over like a rat cause I'm fat like Levert So when you're just coolin or foolin in the shade Don't forget that FUNKY lemonade