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bring da funk - big 50 lyrics

bow down, mother f-cker, to this gulf coast g
all you washed up n-ggas 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 n-ggas playa hate?”
b-tches they procrastinate, gotta keep my cool, i can’t lose the faith
y’all with all that fraud sh-t, frontin’ like you’re hard, b-tch
don’t come up in my face with that mother f-cking weak sh-t
talkin’ all that ying-yang, you ain’t got a d-mn thang
you ride your homies d-ck ’cause the b-tches want your heels, man
wanna be a real g, n-gga, you can’t feel me
you got’s to be a man and hold your own and stay sucker free
n-ggas like to cap a lot, talkin’ ’bout what they got
i’m down to jack your -ss and peel your cap with this f-cking glock
true to the game, i could never be a punk
slow your roll, mother f-cker, ’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 gangsta, he will k!ll at will
breaking you off with a proper chunk
dosey-doe, mother f-cker, ’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 k!ll at will
breaking you off with a proper chunk
slow your roll, mother f-cker, ’cause i got’s to bring the funk
i bring the funk

life’s too short so f-ck 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 n-gga off track
i pray to the lord, “help a n-gga find a better way”
temptation is a mother f-cker, backing, i can’t get away
procrastinatin’ b-tches play a part in this sh-t too
that’s why i stay high and keep my eyes on the prize, fool
never fallin’ week to them busted–ss tramps
let me f-ck the p-ssy, get a nut, and then i’m vamp
see playa hatin’ n-ggas got me clutchin’ on my four-five
smoking that fried and staying high ’til a n-gga die
i got’s to be real, i could never be a punk
like i said before, mother f-cker, i got’s to bring the funk
i bring the funk

[chorus]

the world is f-cked up, and that’s a mother f-cking pity
b-tches with att-tudes and n-ggas be actin’ sh-tty
i’m tryin’ a survive on these crooked–ss streets
but each and every day i find myself gettin’ beat
by these jealous-hearted n-ggas on my mother f-cking d-ck
this sh-t 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 n-gga, 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 -ss, mother f-cker
so you can feel the funk
i bring the funk

[chorus x4]

- big 50 lyrics

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