Bring Da Funk

Bow down, mother fucker, 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?"
Bitches they procrastinate, gotta keep my cool, I can’t lose the faith
Y'all with all that fraud shit, frontin' like you’re hard, bitch
Don't come up in my face with that mother fucking weak shit
Talkin' all that ying-yang, you ain't got a damn thang
You ride your homies dick 'cause the bitches 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 fucking Glock
True to the game, I could never be a punk
Slow your roll, mother fucker, 'cause I got’s to bring the funk
I bring the funk

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Sit back relax 'cause it's time to chill
It's the Gulf Coast Gangsta, he will kill at will
Breaking you off with a proper chunk
Dosey-doe, mother fucker, ’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 Gangsta, he could kill at will
Breaking you off with a proper chunk
Slow your roll, mother fucker, 'cause I got's to bring the funk
I bring the funk

Life's too short so fuck 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 fucker, backing, I can't get away
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 fuck the pussy, 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 fucker, I got's to bring the funk
I bring the funk

[Chorus]

The world is fucked up, and that's a mother fucking pity
Bitches with 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 fucking 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 fucker
So you can feel the funk
I bring the funk

[Chorus x4]