[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]
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We want sweets, blunts, joints and bongs
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And the smell of a skunk, but what the funk is going on
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With these new mark-ass niggas, funkin' up the game
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No techniques, they peep our style but they still lame
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We rollin', macking on these hoes when we jam
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'Ju know how we do it when we record tops and
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Bass, keys, board, lead
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Drums that explode and make your earlobes bleed
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And got freaks coming through and they got funk too
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Lies between they thighs, take a sniff... eww
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Let me see what it do, ain't no sense in funkin' around
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I pull it out, I put it in, and I put it down
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We want the funk, the whole funk and nothing but
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Well, you might, but I prefer the cunt
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I'll funk her, I'll funk you, I'll funk the whole crew
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And we'll all be funked up before it's through because
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[Hook]
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We want the funk
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Gotta have some funk, yeah
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We want the funk
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Gotta have that funk, yeah
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[Verse 2: 8Ball]
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Funky like a toenail, we keep it funky so well
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8-Ball and Devin got your girl at the hotel
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Stretched out, smoking up and drinking everybody on
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The spirit's in me homie, let's hook up and do a song
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That funky shit that niggas lacking, we be coming with it
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Boys wanna do it just because some playas did it
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They love the way I spit it, bitches love the way I hit it
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Get up and leave 'em, hit the streets because I gotta get it
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And rap about it, every minute, every other second
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Pimp a flow and get the dough from selling plenty records
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That funky shit that make them bitches shake that monkey shit
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Them chunky bitches with they pussy smelling like fishes
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Roll your hips and let me put my dick right where your lip is
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Dip out the club and we can do it over where my whip is
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Uh-huh, that's the bidness ain't no faking in us
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Nothing but the funk shining like a diamond glitter
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[Hook]
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Tha Funk
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| Devin The Dude |
