B.G. - Let's Get Funky Lyrics
B.g.:Choppers with drumsNigga thats how it comesAssualt rifles, extended clipsLet you know where Im fromThe names chopper cityIts a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit meKeep they fingers on triggersLets roll wit a pistol I get out of controlIts your family I put on rows, front rowIma 223 grabberBust or block hitterProject kidnapperRookie nigga wig splitterMake copies for the raptureIts all on u niggaOh, Im comin for the captureWhat you wan do niggaMystikals who Im afterGrab yo steel and shootIma kill ? ? ? rapperLil wayne, he bout it tooIma snatch if you got itTold ya before ta hide itTold ya if you hide itIts a must that I find itRide or die *****Chop or get chopped hoeB.g. split or get splitPlay tha game how it goShootin tha drop somethinGlock or pop somethinAk wit fifty shotsI tote it too stop somethinMake it happen yous the punkIll put you in the trunk? ? ? ? ? ? ? you dunk nigga I bring funk(chorus)2xLil wayne: lets get funky wit these niggasB.g.: grab the triggas and blastLil wayne: lets get filthy wit these niggasB.g.: take they figures and dashLil wayne: lets get serious with these niggasB.g.: grab the ks and bust, its ten for one trustLil wayne: retaliation mustLil wayne:Ah ahDont run yo mouth enough for you to get back in meMy gun clap ? ? start spinnin and take manyPlenty of slugs hit youCan you picture a young rapperFourteen ? ? black master million dollar flapperWatch me set it off wit my sawed off jumpinAs I be when I be pumpinFrontin gets you nothinRuntin catch a slug from the m-whatnYou aint bout natinPlaya hater leave you bloodyIts money and rearerCant see clearlyBut ya still hear meFour steps comin quicklyCan you feel meBetter kill me before you get done inIts real dogBut I got that red mark so when you come inSlugs somethin, seventeen up in the clipI keeps extra highly tips for the crum ripShould of chop-chop stop yo whole blockLets get funky, you want me, I thinks notSo much black clothing ? ? ? ? you black-outAll the lights go outThats when all yo fight come outBloody streaks to the upt where you lays onI praise on, think you plays on, its stays goneThe things you lay onI cant even pay onYou got it, better hide itIf you wanna keep it safe onI rome to the topThats my spot, my placeJumpin out a suitcaseSlugs chase to yo face, ah(chorus)2xLil wayne:Ah, ah, ah, haNow as I re-enter this scent and get into youThese three dots, I plot and spot, then I shootI keep a chopper under the medium hilfigerI throw back punks, comin out trunks to kill niggasI spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty? ? ? ? ? ? area ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? dirtyI know you heard meBut you lied tonightBut you cant hideIts written all over yo face you easy to findNiggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shineLike that presidential rolex reflex a million nineGimme dat, all dat, and all black, thats my atireA tru rider, gettin higher off uptown fireRemember me, tha little g never diedTook one to the chest but the little g never diedB.g.Ima certified killer, million dollar niggerAny kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipperTangerie and juice sipper, disrespectin ***** flipperIm bout drama off the topYou know thats on the foreal-aI gets loaded low down by a monkeySo call me donkeyNigga think lameHe would want to know I gets funkyBeef kicked in a night paradeUptown was deepNothin ? ? ? ? bookoom be standin on feetNow you know I run with ignorant niggasAll of em wildThousand of people out***** that sprayin the crowdAint no time for doin backin downFrom trigga playGotta closet of ksReady to do it anydayWrite grant after tenthBlack grant I was tenthsThats for al and lil dugaFour deep in each in spinnin ? ?So twerk it upHandle yo businessShoot or get shotI hit blocks wit glocksNigga, get or get gotIn school I was a fool a young funkyBut on the streets I used 2sNigga, I gets funky(chorus)2x(lil wayne & b.g. talk to end)
