Texty:
Billy Funk

drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap P funk

feel caps get peeled Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk

some of that inner tension. quit the comedy group! get your own group together. heavy! like grand funk, or black sabbath. Good concience: No, jeff. ? ? : [?

funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk

m wreckin' any MC you select Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear Wear and tear,

lobby I didn't know that so much dough was in a hobby My last rhyme was a pasttime, yet at present I present the scent - smell The funk from below hell

roll, it's the pop, it's the soul, it's the funk, the hip-hop. Oh, DJ, don't you stop. It's the hits, it's the flops, Billie Jean, and She Bop. It's

Hey..Hey...Hey...Uh...Hey...Hey...Hey [Billy Bats] Laissez tomber les mecs le sud reste reste le best, Les putes testent mais restent a terre,je rap

(feat. Lil B, Jayton, Lil' Boss, Billy Cook) [Verse One: Lil B] We back killin roaches and rats Like bugs these niggaz skat From a trap I come but they