Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Mack 10 - The Mix Tape Volume III
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[Ice Cube]Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don`t worry about your time zone, getyour grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay![Funkmaster Flex]Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this.[Mack 10]Yo, check it, let the games beginIt`s all to the good, bust out to the NYC from InglewoodWe can all get down, have loot, and get lickedSo fuck the bi-coastal beef and bullshitIt`s the nigga that you know is gun-hoMack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoeWith ?tips? for the real niggas to make it thoroughMuch love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughsLike E.F. Hutton, they listen when I`m speakinPoor white trash, black niggas, to Puerto RicansMack wanna blast when the index itchesPlus I use it to finger bitches and hit switchesCheck the menu, you need it, I got itEverything, hit records to narcoticsIts all about the dough, rain, sleet or snowAnd the first fool to cross me catch the four-fourThen the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that oneAnd whoever don`t like it, fuck em and eat a fat oneThe to homies in the pen, I`ll send you a kiteCause its time for the real niggas to uniteLike Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figuresWe showed each other love so now Flex is my niggaI remember the day, if it was good you never fought itNo matter where you were from if it was bumpin you bought itFrom East to West Coast, its all the sameIts either run the dope game, or do the rap thangMack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tightTwo heats on my hip, left and right for the fightSo with that hoo-bangin life[Funkmaster Flex]Y`knaw mean, cause that`s the way we keep it moving, baby. [Ice Cube]Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It don`t stop, TheFinal Chapter. You know how we do it.[Funkmaster Flex]I still ain`t havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Dropthat, don`t miss it. I`m tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontinon me. Be-atch! Aight.