Roc Raida - Funky Piano lyrics

[Intro] It's field n***as. And the E Brothers. (Puffing blunts and sipping Heinekens) It's field n***as. And the E Brothers. (Puffing blunts and sipping Heinekens) [Verse One] They're f**ing up the program n***a Pimp got in by the hairs of my chinny chin chin I'm tired of eating beef Lo Mein All the same My flows carry Kool Aid stains (I'ma live the life on the streets and the ghetto) Exceed then rest cause I'm that cool a** fellow Bringing you uptown with the funky sound and piano My graceful lingo the go You can't get around my outlandish behavior Furthermore I render, strictly as a favor Latch onto beats like that freak across the street That'll lock my meat for some cash and a quick bite to eat I'm funky as I wanna be duke I'm giving shouts to my kindred The H Bomb clan and I'm representing my man Harlem USA (It's the E. Brothers bringing 'em up with the texts) It's the real, I'm out to get ill with the sk** (Time to catch wreck) (Ayo pimp run a check) Can't you understand this the kid with the funk (Turn up the fuzz so we can boom on the low) Call up my homie, Roc cigar then I dash to the Polo Got the funk flow so understand it Handle it Kid I got the text, said she caught me red handed Great, I got the funk that's my ammo (On the way uptown with the funky sound and piano) Me and my clique we catch wreck in a sec Stop and get the drop and put the ill to your neck Take a step back, rewind the track Don't make a move yo fool cause it's a jizzack for real What's down your pockets and hit me with the loot Cause you'se a snitch I'll give your chick the boot Ya klepto biting my style I wonder if you can try Your dry flow will end up wet My homie, my mellow B, what's the deal? Let it slide Gotta do what we feel, co*k back the steel So I can blast off like a piece Quick to release, quick to flatten your style like a crease You best make room in the industry Cause I've been in the game, dating back to '83 for ya clowns Strictly underground Taking you, H.A.R.L.E.M. bound [Hook] Bringing 'em uptown with funky sound and piano Bringing 'em uptown with funky sound and piano Bringing 'em uptown with funky sound Drop the sound on 'em Drop the sound on 'em Drop the sound on 'em It's the man from uptown with the funky sound [Verse Two] I have a few things to get off my chest A couple cats from uptown ready to bound or recite Get right on crazy hype, right type of bu*ters Strictly out the gutters of New York with my tactics Clear as plastic on a drastic tip Rip or flip like Hendrix Jimmy Hendrix The brother was splendid Highly recommended Get on it, get on it Dog gone it like a freak with style and mystique I sweep or swoop like a fleet The movie of the week is Pimp and Black Eye rated B For bu*ters at a ghetto near you I drift or shift like hazy mist I'm crazy pissed At this stiff trying to clench on my spliff You done gone crazy dick, ya done slipped Pick up your teeth, hold on and get a grip Get a check up Send his back to ya peoples And get with this east coast flav' Brothers lethal My debut single's the jingle (Hit you on an angle) You're dangling on a short rope I had to mangle Muffle your grill cause you're plucking my nerves (What's the word on the herb?) On a mission for your business and check the new channel T.V., E.B (With the funky sound and piano) Yeah, awww, this bid is phat Now how that skit go? [Hook]