This is Dr. With a phone call to funky fuckers
Y'all guess what the is going on now Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes the global 'Cause keeps on slippin' And I get the from the kitchen, then commits to ass whippin' There is no for me to bust it So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I it for the do or die Or 2 or 1 area 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 your ear is not tuned in, then it
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' Hey, Erick on the way, Dre gave me a ride So I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the up in my chest And if you understand me, then escape and it While the E-Double gets wicked with brain twisted It's going down, it's going way So get the 4 pound and [Incomprehensible] town
Boogie to boogie to band, boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass and F if it is be on my ass cap 'Cause my funk thicker than Bis quick If it's mixed that same funky sticky stuff I roll splifs with I shot the on the terris And I kick the like these to have more off days than Ferris Just wrote these up in the studio Brothers can't and sisters couldn't hear 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
Someone's knockin' at my Yo Johnny Gill, I need the floor So I can get busy I [Incomprehensible], remember? And if you don't call Jackson and don' be afraid to ask him Erick Sermon got mad tunes, no what they say I got more props than Bay The bogglin' with the hardcore followin' So what's up I don't give a fuck
I'll make you sing with Tony I tear the shreds out of like stadiums when they's packed in Back up boy, you with the rude boy, yes, I told ya I rock leather jacks with sweatpants, one leg rolled up up! This is a stick up, I bust spark the ism [Incomprehensible] like a bizcut, 1 and 2 get lift up
E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the I got blocks of funk to the victims say, "That's the one!" Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people have intercourse Basically, the funk stuck in your teeth so get dental floss
out
20, I know, but let me your teeth out When I was young, I made my tree into a weed house And I'm than Nostradamus, when I'm in chronic And I leave kitty cats meowin' home made bondage Beeotch, trick, trick,
is Dr. Trevis Comin' to y'all motherfuckers some more raw shit Def Squad representatives, Def forever, signin' off