Tom Coyne - Why You Wanna Funk? lyrics

Intro: (*some dred woman*) Dere's no time for dem future Come short wit me 9 milimeter Body beater, doesn't pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh *repeat* [Verse 1] [Spice 1] Unload the whole f**in' clip and break down a n***a body Don't think I'm bad, no boxing, no karate Just a down a** n***a that you think you know What you don't know is that I'd like to see you die real slow So pull that motherf**er out and you'll be buried somewhere S-P-I-C-E-1, a n***a's worst nightmare I set the game from the k**ers I knew back in the past And I'm tellin' you if you f** with me it's a slug for your a** [E-40] Ain't no more ballin' up your fistes 'Cause n***as be actin like b**hes Pull a strap and don't use it, n***a that ain't smart I know some n***as that'll take that kind of sh** to heart Like me, bring it back e'rybody die Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July Have his head, leave it laminated on the shelf Even though I'd rather do the sh** by myself [Chorus: Marcus Gore] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no [Verse 2] [D-Shot] Things are kinda cruel on the streets sh**, ain't nobody really tried to fade me But it seems nobody wants to f** with me Why is that? I had no sudden enemies I got rid of every last motherf**er For the simple fact I can't trust a Nathan in this motherf**in' outfit You come my way, sorry, ya have to die, b**h [B-Legit] I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead Beanie-capped, Triple FAT Goose wearin' Wanna catch me loose starin' at a barrel Chances get narrow when I'm maskless Bare-faced, finna blast this Enemy provider, fool, I'm a ridah wit a driver Keep the Uzi clip switched on slider Neither you or crew that you pumpin' Wanna see the big dog about nuthin' [Suga T] Flow-a-matic automatic n***a to my 9 Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty Hoes by the dozens, they really can't stand me Swing my way you get your dome sprayed Nina Ross done f**ed around and became my best friend Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floss!" Like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!" [Chorus: Marcus Gore] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no [Verse 3] [E-40] M and H, money over hoes Mustard and mayonnaise, Zeniths, spokes and Vogues Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes Drunk as the funk, Wild Irish Rose Graveyard, dope track, n***a, might as well Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some mail Late night, greedy gut, major clientele Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will [Spice 1] Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I Love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by Reach out, reach out and touch a motherf**er With my nickel plated chrome, have you foaming at the mouth When I fill your a** to the rim like brim I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them How could you play me like a b**h; I ain't no s**er I put slugs in n***a's arms, chests, legs, motherf**er [Chorus: Marcus Gore] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you that you ain't gon' shoot Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know you that you ain't gon' shoot