Let 'em know the funk bandit's back
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With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat
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The funk-keeper
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Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak
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Cause bleed smokin haloweed
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Givin' You what 'cha need
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Indeed I'm nice
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Jewelery full of ice
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The industry ain't been the same
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since I came to sprinkle my spice
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Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted
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Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around
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in the west-side district
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Get it twisted
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If you wanna choose your destiny
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Leave all that simple shit at home
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And bring your fuckin' best to me
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Cause right here playtime stops
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Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops
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See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge
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And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far
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Repitoire full of wicked shit
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Lay back kick a shit
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All the right shit to give a nigga a hit
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If you let's nuthing hold you back
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And your limit is the sky
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Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high
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Roll up a fat one and pass it around
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Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound
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Repeat 1x
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KRAYZIE BONE:
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Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together
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Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke
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Take it slow, We smoking junk
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Cause you rolling wit moe
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We having a celebration
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We doing this all night if you wanna get away
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You can play em other times
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And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way
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We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie
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But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay
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So if you get out. Better get with this crowd
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I bet you wanna get weeded
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Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland
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Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending
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Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs
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My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright
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So come around everybody party down get down
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And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydro
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My nigga thugsta come and give me some love
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Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the
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cut
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You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
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We could all get high, get high
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The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
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Ain't nobody dealin' with me
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My nigga J can get his smoke on man
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Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
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DA BRAT:
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Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action
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Certified platinum slashin' bastards
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Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me
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I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see
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These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps
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Get deeper than any bitch
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Watch me and yo' nigga creep
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Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro
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Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow
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We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with
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Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend
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You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business
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Or get that ass put in the witness protection program
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Till I'm finished, diminished
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Your entourage is my level
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Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil
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Pushin' custom drop-tops
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Keep Segante' in the glove box
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Puffin' with crooked cops
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And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop
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KRAYZIE BONE:
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You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
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We could all get high, get high
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The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
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Ain't nobody dealin' with me
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My nigga J can get his smoke on man
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Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
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Repeat 3x
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Let's All Get High
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Da Brat |