salvation, and pierce the palms of holy hands Who is the son of man? take me to the promised land Where I and I free, Jah set my mind at ease I stay
that has been given to me We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk This time
players No diggity, no doubt Play on play that Play on play that Yo Dre drop the verse It's going down fad to Blackstreet The homeys got abby collar creations funk
the playersNo Diggity, No doubtPlay on play thatPlay on play thatYo Dre drop the verse It's going down Fad to BlackstreetThe homeys got abby collab creations Funk
(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind (x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet
urine/ what is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly
corruptin' my mind Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind
duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys is deep, hoes is young Funk is here,
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
he Strictly for the funk lovers Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy In agony, Agatha, Christy Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy Is he, goin out his mind (yep) I'm
laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed I heard some P-Funk
me the funk, I want the funk I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk Just bring me the funk, bring
I'm bad Goddammit, you think you bad You really think you bad Well, I'm bad, I'm bad But don't get mad I'm one of a kind I can read your mind Give
you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
Funk the neigbourhood, Rock your body to the...kinky beat we do...one more time! Baby don't you slap me, 'n' if you got to, make it snappy. Your reason
[Hook by Blam] This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If