Craig Mack - Funk Wit Da Style Lyrics
[Craig Mack]Aww shit, here come the man againYou know if you can't with the style that's goin on right nowthen you need to be sittin downIf MC's can't get with the style that's goin onthen you need to sit downDo your thing Mack, do it to 'em nigga!Ahh whassup?What you don't know, what you don't know, kick 'em in the grill"But anyway, I'd like to take this.. anyway, I'd Anyway, I'd like to this time out to bother you"Oh no no no noNo I don't think you can get liver than me GSo sit back, relax, Mack's about to attackAnd turn your flav into Similac cause it's like thatI kick funk out the frame, make it insaneWith all local stops set to crumble like a (?) trainMy thickest format, my format's thicker all thatNo comp for combat with bwoy like SupercatShow you where my head's at I crack you with a batWhere the funk?Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?)Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can't sitNow ain't that some shh.. I rip itI snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaurLive from Creedmore under the floorIt's like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?)Check the (?) MC and his projectAll you brothers need to know doeThere's no more best MC cause that is now meSee, G, I am king MCOnce said from me can't another brother disagreeGot the funk bleedin all out your trunkAnd there's all there is to it (that's all there is)[Chorus: repeat 4X]If you can't funk with the style that's goin onthen you need to be sittin down[Craig Mack]You must got no brains in ya headI kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I gotTrust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-peeI got what you can't see, somethin like a leprosyI slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. thisWhen it's time for me to stun 'emMC's I warned them..I'll put 'em on the moon without funk to listen toThen again, my vibrationmay give the sensation they're on vacationY'all brothers need a (?)Real rugged alligator MC hater from the faderYou little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjackSit back and watch how the earth crackYou funk around, you lay around, that's how it goesAnd I suppose MC's still wanna try meKing of the mountain is a hard rockDo you understand, smile and I'll take you out like the mobCheck it black, after the Mack there's no recoupNot even soup, get out shake the hula hoopComin out the ground..Gettin down..[Chorus][Craig Mack]Sometimes alone I be writinMust be frightenin, to hear I'm on the airbut I don't care, (?) 'til I'll see you sick(?)Son, grandson, no tellin when I'm done (no tellin baby)I'm about do you and you on some newWho has a date and thank you for waitinThere my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brainthen you learned from rap that rap's a mistakeYou won't get a breakBig as a cake for me to make, and you bakeSo, banzaii, here comes the flyest guythat you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup)I do a behind..and rewind, I wanna kick some more shitDown your faucet, I pours itMighta lost it, but then I retrieve itBelieve it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a whilePeace from the kingPeace from the king G, here it goOne time for your motherfunkin mind[Chorus]Sittin down, bwoy"Anyway I'd like to take this time out..""No more music by the suckers"
