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Versuri Why you wanna funk?
- High School High

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Artist: Spice-1 and The Click
Album: High School High soundtrack
Song: Why You Wanna Funk?.

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, E-40.

Another whole f***n clip and break down a nigga body, don't
think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate
Just a down a*s nigga that you think you know
But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow
So pull that motherf***ker out and you'll be buried somewhere
S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare
I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past
and I'm tellin you if you f***k with me it's a slug for your a*s.

Ain't no more pilin up your faeces
cos niggas be actin like bitches
Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart
I know some niggas that'll take that kind of s***t to heart
like me, bring it back e'rybody die
Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July
Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
even though I'd rather do the s***t by myself.

Chorus:.

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, B-Legit, Suga-T.

Things are kinda cruel on the streets
S***, ain't nobody really tried to fake me
But it seems nobody wants to f***k with me
Why is that? I had no son enemies
I got rid of every last motherf***ker
for the simple fact I can't trust a
Nathan in this motherf***n outfit
You come my way so ya have to die bitch.

I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead

beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver
Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva
Neither you or crew that you pumpin
wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin.

Flow-a-matic automatic nigga 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
???????? f***ked around and became my best friend
Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy! "
like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'! ".

Chorus.

Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1.

Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named *? "Xena spokes and vogues"? *
Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose
Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well
Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
Late night, greedy gut, major clientel
Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will.

Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
Reach out, reach out and touch a motherf***ker
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
When I fill your a*s 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 bitch, I ain't no sucker
I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherf***ker.

Chorus.

Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
when you know that you ain't gon' shoot
*repeat*