Bring Da Funk

Bow down, mother ****er, to this Gulf Coast G All you washed up niggas ain't ready for me Too many trials and tribulations, had to take a vacation Sat down with the Lord and had a deep conversation In my mind state, "Why these niggas playa hate?" ******* they procrastinate, gotta keep my cool, I can’t lose the faith Big 50, Bring Da Funk, 4-A-Gee, Y'all with all that fraud shit, frontin' like you’re hard, bitch Don't come up in my face with that mother ****ing weak shit Talkin' all that ying-yang, you ain't got a damn thang You ride your homies dick 'cause the pussy want your heels, man Wanna be a real G, nigga, you can't feel me You got's to be a man and hold your own and stay sucker free Niggas like to cap a lot, talkin' ’bout what they got I’m down to jack your ass and peel your cap with this ****ing Glock True to the game, I could never be a punk Slow your roll, mother ****er, 'cause I got’s to bring the funk I bring the funk [Chorus] Sit back relax 'cause it's time to chill It's the Gulf Coast niggas, he will kill at will Breaking you off with a proper chunk Dosey-doe, mother ****er, ’cause I got's to bring the funk I bring the funk Sit back relax 'cause it's time to chill It's the Gulf Coast niggas, he could kill at will Breaking you off with a proper chunk Slow your roll, mother ****er, 'cause I got's to bring the funk I bring the funk Life's too short so **** the world 'cause I'm high I'm trapped in the zone, my mind is gone because I'm fried I'm living day to day in my world of seclusion Premeditated thoughts of homicide is my solution I'm tryin' a break these chains and shake that money off my back But the shackles on my feet won't let a nigga off track I pray to the Lord, "Help a nigga find a better way" Temptation is a mother ****er, backing, I can't get away Big 50, Bring Da Funk, 4-A-Gee, Procrastinatin' bitches play a part in this shit too That's why I stay high and keep my eyes on the prize, fool Never fallin' week to them busted-ass tramps Let me **** the bitch, get a nut, and then I'm vamp See playa hatin' niggas got me clutchin' on my four-five Smoking that fried and staying high 'til a nigga die I got's to be real, I could never be a punk Like I said before, mother ****er, I got's to bring the funk I bring the funk [Chorus] The world is ****ed up, and that's a mother ****ing pity Attitudes and niggas be actin' shitty I'm tryin' a survive on these crooked-ass streets But each and every day I find myself gettin' beat By these jealous-hearted niggas on my mother ****ing dick This shit is getting thick into my gut, it makes me sick Suicidal thoughts cross my mind, Lord forgive me The pain is strong, I blame the weed and the Hennessy Reflections of my life and it don't get any clearer The water's too deep for this man in the mirror So nigga, if you hear me me won't you go and bring the funk It's a dog-eat-dog world, ain't no room for your waltz I'm straight from the south, Cali love to the west Throw the deuce in the air and bust a cap and God bless I'm true to the game, I could never be a punk Bob your head or shake your ass, mother ****er So you can feel the funk I bring the funk [Chorus x4]