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Coolio - "2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk"
Lyrics to 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk : Yeah, yeah Fuck all these niggaz You know what Im talkin about Wino Yeah, yeah, yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I aint no punk Thats right, thats right A tisket a tasket thats all you ask it Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna, Im still bendin cornas buckin shots on your block, Im sippin on Coronas Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit a six-fo on suicide sittin in the barn wit no alarm Straight up collected it, cool and calm crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Whos the rawest' My shit is flawless Had to be passin out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand whos the boss before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentary still, penetratin your grill I keep on keepin it right, while you keep on keepin it real Ill bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist Coolios on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool Lodi Dodi, I dont know karate, but I know a razor and none of yall cant fade me I know you wanna try to play me and bustas wanna playa hate me Im one of the dopest niggaz out I guess thats why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess thats why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you cant outrap me my shit is fatta and yo shit need a little bit mo batta Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected, so check it Uh, 'dip diver', socializer, Ive been rockin these motherfuckin microphones since nineteen seventy-niner, and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire Ima be at the ripe ol age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire my name aint Rick James but Ill burn your ass with a fire So, whats your desire baby love' Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas' Eitha way it go Im dumpin and Im dippin still tennis shoe pimpin, 40 Thevz in position Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga Im a giant and yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack Im like a Benz, you aint even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal Ima pit bull, and yous a Beagle Im set to strangle hangin emcees at all angles as their legs start to dangle, dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne livin with the Watts Im sendin out shout outs I used to drink Ol Gold now I just stroll straight to the 'exit' section of my neighborhood liquor store Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch' Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph [ 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk Lyrics ]
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