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letra de never fakin the funk - low income 90220

[verse 1]
all the stress and strife of the day cold it’s takin’ it’s toll
i gotta pack of zig-zags but ain’t got nothin’ to roll
hit the bud spot, lemme cop a dub, show some love
three for fifty, is you with me? what i’m speakin’ of
i’m in the studio at nine so it’s on
and i’m not leavin’ till i’m finished with my next song
f-ckin’ with that dope you know it make my l!cks flow
just grab a double deuce or two and then i’m good to go, yo
i get this sh-t done and get it over with
cause the whole world’s waitin’ for another test town street sound
clown a m-th-f-cka if he label me a fake
i’m like a cobra and i’m down with the super snake
now booda g’s in the house with the gat in my hand
so if you run up on my crew then you’s a dead man
see i’m comin’ with the real y’all got straight up counterfeit
dope bad beats guarantees me some dope sh-t
i get the crowd sprung like my mic it’s a bass pipe
late night hype my sh-t is just too tight
deep bad bass that’ll break yo trunk
you know a n-gga gotta rep for never fakin’ the funk

[chorus]
(see n-ggas from where i’m from ain’t fakin’ the funk)
we don’t fake the funk we straight make the funk
see n-ggas from where i’m from ain’t fakin’ the funk
(we don’t fake the funk we straight make the funk)
(see n-ggas from where i’m from ain’t fakin’ the funk)
we don’t fake the funk we straight make the funk
see n-ggas from where i’m from ain’t fakin’ the funk
(we don’t fake the funk we straight make the funk)

[verse 2]
you would rather bail through h-ll in gasoline drawers
instead of steppin’ to the terrace tryna test ya b-lls (what’s poppin’?)
suckas is comin’ up short like bobby
so bring ya whole d-mn crew if ya that think you can stop me
we never bullsh-ttin’ when we chillin’ out
‘cept when we trippin’ with them hoes
and you knows what i’m talkin’ ’bout
a n-gga black as a judge’s robe
l!cks so d-mn tight suckas wanna fight
won’t talk about sh-t that you can’t undastand
and only break a cracka off with my bare hand
while i ride and i glide like a spiral
pimp a sucka strong make him think he was my ho
n-ggas just young in the game and ya dippin’ to the turnin’ lanes
blockin’ traffic off i’m never soft as i maintain
sk!lls that i’m havin’, you can look at my t-shirt
low income n-gga get some, get hurt
i’m hookin’ suckas like hair rhyme
you know a n-gga won’t come with nothin’ less than a bomb
and the sh-t that i’m talkin’ i’m straight mackin’ my junk
a n-gga can’t be a punk, i’m never fakin’ the funk

[verse 3]
overseein’ everything, chillin’ under the trees
it’s late night, crack a brew, my l!cks flow with the breeze
anotha day’s gone by and i’m thankin’ the lord
that i kick back reapin’ the benefits of sellin’ records
bounce with my homies on a plane maybe roll on a train
but we gon’ go and rock a show cause we got l!cks to throw
don’t think of battlin’ ’cause yo, a n-gga comin’ correct
all the time i’m throwin’ rhymes that’ll keep you in check
i got my n-ggas by my side see ya played ya self
you got a cellular phone dial nine one one, it’s on
i’m slammin’ n-ggas like a screen door
and quick to drop a m-th-f-cka wit a elbow
so tell me, how long is it gonna take to learn
see you in school you close yo mouth raise yo hand wait yo turn
and know that booda g is in the place and walkin’ the walk
my n-ggas came to ya punk, we neva fakin’ the funk

- low income 90220

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