Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?
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Word is bond, word is me
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Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and
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Check it out, whatcha want and
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Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang
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Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
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Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks
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I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks
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So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can
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*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO
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Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
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Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back
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Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
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I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
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Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
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Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
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Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch
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the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit
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So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
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I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
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Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
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Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth
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Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
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The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right
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I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
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Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right
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Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
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I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted
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Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which
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makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh
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So on and on and let me kick the rab
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That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass
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You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
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Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
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Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body
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For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...
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..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
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I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu
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Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
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Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes
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Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
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I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz
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I kill like that, plus I roll like that
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I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that
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BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja
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Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
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Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
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the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
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Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock
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Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity
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Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on
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Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
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And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva
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Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!
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Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
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facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
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Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks
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Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
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Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
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She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass
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And lickin ya down to your clitoris
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Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this
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Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked
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Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
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Baby, cause I'm famous!
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Nope, I didn't mean that
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The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at
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I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat
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Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that
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Tonight's Da Nite (remix)
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