Callon B - Funky lyrics

[Intro] "It's got to be Funky!" (Callon B) I get! (Funky!) Said I get! (Funky!) sh**, hope you get! (Funky!) Uh, baby lets get! (Funky!) [Verse 1: Callon B] Rolling green in a fancy cigar, at a place that we shouldn't be Why wouldn't we? Life seems just a little bizarre, the Government ain't fooling me I know there pulling strings! But onto other things, lava lamp by the microphone I drop a 4 in the Styrofoam The giant? Naw homie the tyrants home The sh** in this bowl will turn the sky to a kaleidoscope Next dimension sh** you can feel it in my penmanship Who claims I ain't k**ing this? Taken shots you pretend to sip Problem is you're to sensitive, I don't give a f** You ain't receive the hints you washed up Like a beach of fish, leaning But I can still reach the 5th Bad broad and you rolling with a teeth-less b**h f** out of here Funky fungus leave a funny taste in my mouth Rawer than the milk that came straight from the cow Take a bow thank you all for coming out Not a better feeling than a loving crowd Local artist in a panic now Callon B brought the cannons out On the run while you stand around I got a couple a** whoopings time to hand them out Mayfield to P-Town this sh**'s about me now Murray to, hotter than curry food you brought the beast out f** your freestyles can't make racks off battle raps in the mean while I get's! [Chorus: Callon B and Gabby] (Funky!) I get! (Funky!) That green I blow is (Funky) This beat I know is (Funky) Everything I own is (Funky) That green I blow is (Funky) This beat I know is (Funky) Everything i own is (Funky) GYB is... Said GYB is (Funky) [Verse 2: Callon B] D.W.A. druggies with attitudes Skinny kid with the ego of a ma**ive dude A big fat J, is my la**itude Sorry to say that all these other rappers ga**ing you It's the sour truth, groovy Ginger till the d**h of me Pray to God I live effectively Don't let the system get the best of me f** em', I won't lose my integrity Let me be me, bad vibes get the hell away If you main stream you can sail away Attention's what you failed to pay I got real friends I can tell a fake Won't stop till I'm hella paid Got her wetter than the everglades I'm forever mane It get's deeper than believed to be Mumble under your breath but you can't seize the King Of the 270! Scared than go to Seven Oak's I belong where the Heavens float GYB got your back, rep it every time I'm on the track (Gabby) "Man this song is rad!" I possess all the talent that you wish you had Bet money couldn't get you a**, sh** is sad Roll up! where are my Mary Jane junkies Land lord came in and said it smells funky! [Chorus: Callon B and Gabby]