Lyrics

The luscious bitch, she is true But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature The proud mother of God, like all hoes Is jealous of her own shadow Who is this young big tawny bitch who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother? By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated? By pimping their instincts until they were fat, horny and strung out? And her right to be kept queen of the universe Who is this bitch? You get, something for nothing when you got to get the gas Spit the game in her ear tell her, get on the ave It's mind manipulation, in every situation There's a pimp and a hoe, somebody roll this Dayton Downhill, taking the easy way While the other brother say it should be this way Which one are you? Cause I was "Born to Mack" Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that It's the P.I.M.P, that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten G's And never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a Player to the show and get your clown Jerry Springer Blame the consumer's how I look at life It's just another day in a hooker's life With no tricks there's no pimping It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women Down with the P-Funk, F.U.N.K Down with the P-Funk, P.U Down with the P-Funk, F.U.N.K (bitch) Why not? Let's funk until they smell it (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Let's funk until they smell it I came through, the party was packed I saw three top notches, the rest was rats I could smell it, when I first touched down I saw you bitch, she wanna fuck right now Quit acting scared, cause I just might get her Spend the night with her, won't spend my life with her My specialty, is running game But this ain't hide and go get it, I ain't playing I'm on a constant pursuit of panties She said she had a man, I said bitch can he Stick dick to you, give ya long slow strokes Or beat your pussy up till it smokes? Young girl looking brand new, told me what her man do Fake-ass nigga, she can't stand you I took advantage of her, nigga fuck you I know bitches, I know just what to do I like fat girls, I had plenty Black and white, tall or skinny If you asked me, I won't change my mind I can't marry you, I told you that the last time Let's funk them, let's funk them Till they smell it {hah ha ha!} Hooha hoo ha, ho hoo hoo (let's funk them till they smell it!) (Bitch!) {let's funk them till they smell it!} (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) (let's funk them till they smell it!) (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Miss me with that shit (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Miss me with that shit bitch! Now, it happened A case of the miss me with that shits Miss me with that shit something stink! Well I might be young but I bath in Crystal Bitches they know the name, sling dick like pistol Cuff your bitch now before we put her on tape With some, dick on her face screaming gimme a taste Fuck the rest of these niggas and bitches that's like niggas (Man just get my motherfucking Rolex) Man fuck that nigga I'ma pawn that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga If you ain't packing a pistol then run my nigga Cause we been to known to rip shit up, so keep your chains up Before you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up, before I bust, two at your truck Draped in all black, two in the Coupe, you better duck (Who's that looking through my window?) Blaow! Nobody now! You motherfuckers better lay it down B.A.B.Y capital D.C Virtual pimping, we marking in 3D Miss me with that shit Yeah that ain't no jive Down with the P-Funk, F.U.N.K (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Why not? (bitch) Down with the P-Funk, F.U.N.K (you stank) Down with the P-Funk, F.U (bitch) Down with the P-Funk, F.U.N.K (you stank) Why not? P-Funk, F.U.N (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Down with the P-Funk, P.U (you stank bitch) (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) (I smell you, you stank) (Oh it's so funky, cause you stank, bitch) (Jump your ass in the tub, you stank) Now you got me talking niggarish So just color me like a nigga Peanut biting on my tongue while I'm spilling nigga gibberish Nigga got a habit of babbling broken English So make an American apple so a nigga won't be distinguished Perceiving me to be somewhat a common nigga? Fuck an AK-47, a millimeter Don't need a fresh hooker on my jock shooting drag Getting paid hoe Go rush some cash You went to school to still run in the street Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play I'm a blue B.L.A.C.K black-ass nigga Suck my dick and make it bigger As I walk into the party I grab my goating ass You see him and you love him, here you go ho hug him Walking around here with your lips curled, making me sick Acting like you got class, this here Sheba Makeba I said nah, disagree She was a beat the bitch, bitch I bet I'll beat your ass In a minute I'm a cuss I'm a nigga I don't give a motherfucker Jam is biggerer, thickerer You a nigga, but I am nigga-er This is to be (spit it baby!) Hey did you get that shit on tape? (It's on tape!) Oh my God that nigga is cold dawg! You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty You say I look Kunta Kinte Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than that Jet black, yeah I do smoke crack You and your bitch will get checked I have no respect for a skeezer I'll slap her in her motherfucking face And it won't disgrace, this nigga Oh yes (there it go) Oh my God Nigga you got some shit done
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, George Clinton, Derick Coleman, Tracey Lamont Lewis, Taj Tilghman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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