Blue Funk

God gave me a gift, to put people at ease
What I do is, what I do
If I was to sit down and try to
Tell you, break it down
You know technically, i couldn't
Because I don't know
And that's the God's honest truth
What I do, is what I do, I hear
A beat, I feel it, I write it, i say it

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A bag of blue funk
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A bag of blue funk kick it

Hear me out, I got thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
Although I may be high profile
I keep a low pro style
Stay calmly, but my homies kinda wild
Mostly on the down low
Now and then I hit a disco
Sport suit's, drink milk, never Cisco
I read the funnies, watch Bugs Bunny cartoons
And at my crib I dig Bob Marley ah tunes
I take a spin in my Lexus coupe
Sportin' sexy suit's
Sippin' sick, I sip chicken soup
I rip stages like a maniac
Lyrics like a maniac
And shows get torn no matter where we at
A little bit more than better
I warm it up like a sweater
A money generator, fly honey dip getter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk

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Here comes the kid, can you dig
I got the flavor if you don't believe me
Just check with your neighbor
I get 'nough respect
From the roughest roughneck
And I'm wicked and unruly when it
Comes to a mic check
Drive a Jeep, catch beeps on the norm
Never say much when I riff
'cause I'm a quiet storm
Most of the time I'm coolin' in my crib
Watchin' cable and I got crazy honeys
Far from dummies in my stable
I'm well known in my hood, like a gangsta
When the time is right
I'd like to have a little Heav-ster
I bust riffs, that'll incite the dead
And beats that make you stagger
Like the neighborhood wine head
I warm it up like a heater, or a funky
Funky drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk

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A bag of blue funk (blue funk)

In the morning time I wake up with the sun
That's how I get up
When I walk the streets alone
When I'm far from home, i keep my head up
Don't swing with many strangers
'cause to me that's just a setup
If you're pushin' up too close
I might be ghost and you'll get wet up
Not into showin' off
Because I'm not the show off type
I'd rather take my time
Writin' rhymes and blowin' up mics
Kill, just max, make loot pay tax
On the ladies blow kisses, on the gents
Tip hats i like to swing with girls
'cause to me it's a ton of laughs
But after the gig is past
We on to take bubble baths
I was raised well, but now I raise hell
It's hard to make a livin'
So now I'm livin' swell
I never have a problem in the
Streets I'm too smooth for that
I never talk or walk with a gun
But run my crew with straps
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk

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A bag of blue funk (blue funk)
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A bag of blue funk (blue funk)

Nuff respect, to all the funk brothers
Y'all know who you are
Yeah, ya hear me man, big up all y'all
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
Mount Vernon, uptown
Yeah