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This is Dr.
With a call to y'all funky fuckers

Y'all guess what the fuck is on now
Me and Reggie Noble, making funk around the global
'Cause time on slippin'
And I get the funk the kitchen, then commits to ass whippin'
There is no for me to bust it
So I'm a and let Red get into a fly poetic justice

Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm and I kick it for the do or die
Or 2 or 1 code leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring preacher out your teacher

When I 'em, ooh yes y'all, I got the mad method, can you catch it?
And if ear is not tuned in, then adjust it

Breaker 1-9, 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way, Dre me a ride
So I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the up in my chest
And if you understand me, then and kick it
While the E-Double wicked with your brain twisted
It's going down, going way down
So get the 4 pound and down town

Boogie woogie to boogie to band, boogie to
My rap get mad dap on ass and F if it is be on my ass cap
'Cause my rolls thicker than Bis quick
If it's mixed with that funky sticky stuff I roll splifs with
I the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off than Ferris
Just wrote raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters couldn't me no, hear me hoe

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

knockin' at my door
Yo Johnny Gill, I need the floor
So I can get busy I [Incomprehensible], remember?
And if you don't Michael Jackson and don' be afraid to ask him
Erick got mad tunes, no matter what they say
I got more props than Bay
The mind with the hardcore followin'
So what's up 'cause I give a fuck

I'll you sing with Tony Braxton
I tear the out of jams like stadiums when they's packed in
Back up boy, you messin' with the boy, yes, I told ya
I rock leather jacks Tim's sweatpants, one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I bust the ism
[Incomprehensible] a bizcut, 1 and 2 skirts get lift up

E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the
I got of funk to make the victims say, "That's the one!"
Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people their intercourse
Basically, the funk stuck in your teeth so get your floss

out

20, I know, but let me knock your out
When I was young, I made my tree house a weed house
And I'm deeper Nostradamus, when I'm in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made
Beeotch, trick, trick,

is Dr. Trevis
Comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some raw shit
Def representatives, Def Squad forever, signin' off