E-40 - Function lyrics

[Chorus: Problem] Ay, ay b**h, try this Guaranteed turn a square to a bi b**h You ain't down b-b-bye b**h I ain't got time for playing, I'm just sayin' man We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just sayin' man We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function We out here trynna function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just sayin' man We out here trynna function [E-40:] We out here trynna function b**h You f**in' off my high, get up out my mix You messin' up my vibe I'm trynna get some crevice Put her in my ride, take her to the Ritz I'm toasted and sloppy, I f** with broccoli Bacardi 151 out my body, about that green like wasabi Like Young Bari we mobbin' We bossy back the f** off me Getting' money my hobby, not getting' money is not Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac I'm havin' my revenue playa havin' this guap On my fly, big n***a sh** man I stay laced and groomed I spray myself with s**a repellent my n***a not perfume Anything you got I can sell to hustla's, think I can't? Gift of gab sell the white house black paint Word candy, S-L-A-N-G Thinkin' about taking a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece b*atch! [Chorus] [IamSU:] Ay b**h OK b**h It's Uncle Earl and the HBK b**h Misson: the game, they already know that we ballin' I'm comin' straight out the Rich, I got family down in New Orleans Where you from you say you lyin' Out here we say that you jawsin' You probably thought this never would happen My n***as been called an alcoholic, when sippin' that liquor Oh I'm drunk as hell f**in' with a lil' b**h over in Vallejo Got a whole pack of pre-rolled young L's And I'm never down to uno, pockets on sumo Hater's respect the pedigree, baller heavily A phony homie I'll never be for methamphetamine That means it's crack ho Young G hotter than Tabasco I smash hoes, collect 200 and pa** go My flow so Lamborghini yo sh**'s a Rav-4 Now you understand why everything I do I gas ho Suzie! n***a! [Chorus] [YG:] I'm out here trynna function, out here trynna function Don't talk to me b**h if we ain't buckin' Yea I'm a a**hole, I don't give a f** though Skip the bullsh** like wussup with some s** though I go too much, make you b**h choose up n***as getting' mad n***a what you gon' do If he think he too tough You know I keep two tucked If I don't fight that mean I'm comin' back to shoot Ridin' in the car, lookin' for a bad b**h Man she got some tits Yea she gotta be dumb cute Got her number text her phone like "baby what you doin'" She was like "Nothing much you should come through" I got dick for days, I got dick for days Made her take off her work and gave her dick for days Push it to my brain, to my temple b**h And I don't like these hoe's I give 'em dick for dem, whoop [Chorus]