What The Funk lyrics

by

Hieroglyphics


[Casual:]
Ay turn me down a little bit*
Everything, turn everything down a little bit
Full Circle with the protractor, you ain't no factor
We rollerblade on beats and I can go backwards
Like it's the 70's, high feeling heavenly
Chopping up Beverlys, thinkin how good the head'll be
But I ain't partyin with girls who need a guardian
I see 'em in the audience and pass 'em up
Fashioned up, flashin Miami
A big iceberg that sank the Titanic
A n*gga quick to put his di*k in your broad
But I wouldn't spend five on a chicken kabob
We get poultry, smooth and sultry
Women approach me low key, and give me they proceeds
[Tajai:]
We kick poetry, you can quote me
Multi-talented, makin music mostly
Corralling them dollars as you holla audibly
Then make quantum leaps through the finer leaf
In the pursuit of scholarly refinement
I spend my life unwindin globes
Spend it in a pair of well-worn denims
Stretchin skins like a tenor it's the smooth matter
The playful banter, or perhaps the 'gnac
In that half-full decanter, had her off of the scanner
Screamin let me at her! Man the game long
Long, long as a freak would roam
That's how we keep it, long as my peoples know
We gonna have cash in hand, triple threat hashish
Weed and keef to blow, n*gga it's no secret
[Chorus:]
Every time I come around here
Ultra smoke be in my eyes
Y'all don't like me? I don't care
But what the f*ck, you think that got to do with me?
[Opio:]
Say what? You balling like a Mariner
And wearin a three-piece suit, you still a two-shot Derringer
And I'm a paratrooper with a parachute
Airborne ranger tearing through the woods with a fully
I never spare manoeuvres the chances should be
Slim as a hairline fracture
America got ya, it might gat ya
Breed natural born killers like a factory, I'm absolutely
Never fallin victim to the brainwash chainsaw
I let my lyrics lick through 'em like a chainsaw
My aim is living true but it's the same song
Brains on the sidewalk, jive talk three eyes watch
[A-Plus:]
Whether you living dingy or you got nice things
I ain't foolin with you suckers, it's just not my scene
Some of you can't imagine the pot I've seen
f*ckin with me I hope you've got Visine, put on your highbeams
A-Plus, Hieroglyphics, it's them again
Never ever spend the Benjamins on a pelican
Like my women elegant, preferably melanin
Might telephone with chicken but before I'm gettin hell up in
I tell you man the way I'm livin is hectic
I mean to buy a mansion, catch me flippin her necklace
The game of flagrant fouls and you ain't gettin ejected
I'm like be on some next sh*t and sh*t on my ex-b*tch
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