Текст песни Keith Murray - Rush Hour 2 soundtrack
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Yo Rock, cue me in..We, got, that, funkMurray`s, packed, with funk (you need to know)We, got, the funk for yo` ass (let`s go)[Keith Murray]Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don`t live itWhen you hear me emceein I`m speakin from experienceKeynote speaker, Rock funk freakerThis lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speakerNow who gets weaker, not this dunnLook I`m never shook down even when, I was on the runI`M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE!You`re not equal, you damn creep youI, wake up in the morning with my game face ONAnd play hard all day - WORD IS BONDBy the way whatever happened to - WORD IS BOND?The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADANI`m takin no prisoners, takin no shortsStill drink Olde E, cans 40`s and quartsWith creativity, and original thoughtAnd a twist of fate I twist your face, don`t get caught[Chorus: Keith Murray]Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to knowwhere the funk is at, funk dat bump thatMurray`s back with thatfunk to make a person catch a heart attack (he`s baaaack!)Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to knowwhere the funk is at, funk dat bump thatMurray`s back with thatfunk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know)[Keith Murray]We, got, funk, for, y`all, stank, ass, C`MON!Yo - here`s, what I`ma do for youChoke you out `til your lips and your face turn blueOOPS! Now look what you done made me doI, did it again - and the joke`s on youI`m more than official reputable undisputablelyrical phrasologist (you know how I do)Not one of you or any combination of youCan ever mess around (boy you know how I do)Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinkerDescriptive mental photographerL.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it onWe strong to cause bodily harm to King KongStock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoaThis funk here, glocks up, c`monI`m not an R&B pop star rock`n`rollerI`m a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulderYou mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC`s.... which is my favorite dishI sailed the seven seas, pack `em in like sardinesand eat fruit right off the stress treeKeith kill beef like Mad Cow DiseaseSpazz on me? NEGRO!Some say I`m sarcastic, with a bad reputationBut ignore `em, don`t listen, they Mr. Murray hatin[Chorus][Keith Murray]This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoidsEven chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boysWith my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLETear your ass up, with service and a SMILEI`m the, local hero, global playerMake your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainerGrab you goin to a death row, like an alligatorGood God, my Squad got too much flavorRainbow style like a pack of Now or LatersThis funk shit gon` shake the equatorMy, Squad, stay true to the gameWe the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave[Chorus] - {*repeat to fade*}