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funky piano - e. bros lyrics

[intro]
it’s field n-ggas. and the e brothers. (puffing blunts and sipping heinekens)
it’s field n-ggas. and the e brothers. (puffing blunts and sipping heinekens)

[verse one]
they’re f-cking up the program n-gga
pimp got in by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
i’m tired of eating beef lo mein
all the same
my flows carry kool aid stains
(i’ma live the life on the streets and the ghetto)
exceed then rest cause i’m that cool -ss fellow
bringing you uptown with the funky sound and piano
my graceful lingo the go
you can’t get around my outlandish behavior
furthermore i render, strictly as a favor
latch onto beats like that freak across the street
that’ll lock my meat for some cash and a quick bite to eat
i’m funky as i wanna be duke
i’m giving shouts to my kindred
the h bomb clan and i’m representing my man
harlem usa
(it’s the e. brothers bringing ’em up with the texts)
it’s the real, i’m out to get ill with the sk!ll
(time to catch wreck)
(ayo pimp run a check)
can’t you understand this the kid with the funk
(turn up the fuzz so we can boom on the low)
call up my homie, roc cigar then i dash to the polo
got the funk flow so understand it
handle it
kid i got the text, said she caught me red handed
great, i got the funk that’s my ammo
(on the way uptown with the funky sound and piano)
me and my clique we catch wreck in a sec
stop and get the drop and put the ill to your neck
take a step back, rewind the track
don’t make a move yo fool cause it’s a jizzack for real
what’s down your pockets and hit me with the loot
cause you’se a snitch
i’ll give your chick the boot
ya klepto biting my style i wonder if you can try
your dry flow will end up wet
my homie, my mellow b, what’s the deal? let it slide
gotta do what we feel, c-ck back the steel
so i can blast off like a piece
quick to release, quick to flatten your style like a crease
you best make room in the industry
cause i’ve been in the game, dating back to ’83 for ya clowns
strictly underground
taking you, h.a.r.l.e.m. bound

[hook]
bringing ’em uptown with funky sound and piano
bringing ’em uptown with funky sound and piano
bringing ’em uptown with funky sound
drop the sound on ’em
drop the sound on ’em
drop the sound on ’em
it’s the man from uptown with the funky sound

[verse two]
i have a few things to get off my chest
a couple cats from uptown ready to bound or recite
get right on crazy hype, right type of b-tters
strictly out the gutters of new york with my tactics
clear as plastic on a drastic tip
rip or flip like hendrix
jimmy hendrix
the brother was splendid
highly recommended
get on it, get on it
dog gone it like a freak with style and mystique
i sweep or swoop like a fleet
the movie of the week is pimp and black eye rated b
for b-tters at a ghetto near you
i drift or shift like hazy mist
i’m crazy p-ssed
at this stiff trying to clench on my spliff
you done gone crazy d-ck, ya done slipped
pick up your t–th, hold on and get a grip
get a check up
send his back to ya peoples
and get with this east coast flav’
brothers lethal
my debut single’s the jingle
(hit you on an angle)
you’re dangling on a short rope
i had to mangle
m-ffle your grill cause you’re plucking my nerves
(what’s the word on the herb?)
on a mission for your business and check the new channel
t.v., e.b
(with the funky sound and piano)
yeah, awww, this bid is phat
now how that skit go?

[hook]

- e bros lyrics

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