Matta Fact - Kung Fu Yung lyrics

Guess who bustin through Kicks hit you like kung fu Before you even get the chance to say one two What it do Sharp Facts packin the venue Yeah its Factor baby No ifs ands or maybes With a voice like mine one day they gonna pay me V-Sharp on the boards flip the track something crazy Big shout to the fellas but where all my ladies That drive clean Mercedes Let me hop in the Benz Here put this joint on 10 And lets blend with the wind Cruise with ya fellow Mr Sunshine high yellow Hi hello, follow the sound lets go Follow me now lets roll I call this rockin the boat Heads bobbin back and forth My flow swing like Fred Wesley on the trombone Man we so funkadelic Ain't much you can tell us But take my advice You better think twice Man we so nice Might put a frown on your face Like escargot and caviar You must have good taste To understand the deliciousness Of this viciousness As far as I can see your vision-less and mission-less Its rules to the game man Unwritten sh** La Mantra la la la la la bomba FORBIDDEN sh** The line you crossed it You flakes is frosted and fraudulent This boss sh** and homie you way out the margin You margarine and Im bu*ter the real deal Like 3 year olds knockin over cups of whole milk Thats real spill I dont cry Always on a even keel See me actin out of character Somebody might get k**ed Homeboy you better chill Cuz you a breeze away from Summers Eve p**y n***a mask and heels Kung Pow doggy style Factor do em foul No sweet and sour Want beef man holy cow Yo V fade me out Before I let the beef and broccoli's stomp em out Cuz right now Id rather take the bully brolic pompous route Cuz I dont know what these n***as talkin bout But they can take DEEZ nuts and swish em round in they mouth Word up (The Last Dragon Skit)