Tony "T-Funk" Pearyer - Zoom Zooms And Wam Wam lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the Locc, I let the funk boom like thunder Grew up funk like Davis, now I got braids like Stevie Wonder Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone You can stare all day but just don't step On my Blue Suede shoes, to get here I pay dues BRRAOW BRAOW that's how my toolie sound When I'm drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin' in the wind And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it And drinkin' Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated I'm a Y-C, I guess that's why the one-time is following me But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowing me But I just shake my head and say "damn!" (Ha ha) Cos I'm just goin to the stop' To get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams [Hook] You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon' be everythang [Verse 2] I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump I put that on my set that I make everybody jump Fool don't move until my ride hit the floor, word Boom booms in my rag '6-4 That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs It's me, the B-U-double L-E-T, better known as Felony T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailing, see And I'm just tryin to keep my sanity Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family Right, and just to let you know I don't care I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there You can't see me fool, I'm locced out Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out Askin for a gang of change and I say "damn!" All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams [Hook x2] [Verse 3] French braids and Stockton cap with my hat co*ked back Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high Hope that you see another sunny blue sky Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know She's made cause the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home Her and some greasy fat fool rolling in the Brougham But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high Cause in the South Beach streets it's do or die Wave em to the Eastside, yeah wave 'em to the West Comin up with the bomb, no stress Guess and Master Jay making funk tracks So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back I listen to the flow and I just say "damn!" As I'm rolling through the hood to get some zoom zooms and wam wams [Hook x2]