Somethin Funky 4 The Streets - King George/Master p/Silkk The Shocker/Lil Ric

Damn Silkk keep shaking

That motherf**ker it's bubbling up now

There it is there it is right there

Ok I'm a shake it a little while longer

That's the jent their fool

In the crackhouse

Cutting up the diggety d**e

Breaking down the keys

Cutting them up like Riddick Bowe

Gotta cook it up good

For the d**e fiends

Not too much baking soda

Gotta keep it crystal clean

And just like 7 Up

Shake the sh*t well till

The motherf**ker bubble up

And now it's time

For the testing of the d**e

Bring in the junkie and

If he choke than it's good smoke

Now it's off to the hood

Til we open up shop

Partner but it's all good

And just in case you wanna find me

King George with the tech 9

Standing right behind me

Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy

And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy

C-Murder doing time

In the county jail

It been two weeks

But it feel like 3 years

For some player hating snitching b**ch

And after 12 o'clock partner

We going to handle this

Put they heads

On flat like Lawerence Taylor

Bullets flying everywhere

They'll never find a cap peeler

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty

I'm a criss cross that a**

I'm not the mack daddy

I'm a put that a** to sleep

And it's a message

From the motherf**king street

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Top down as we ride

Thru the giggety streets

OG blood in my veins

But they don't know the P

Cause if they did they be ducking

Cause where I'm from

It's bout jacking and busting

Catch you slipping

That could cost you your grave man

Triple gold ones

The mark of a dead man

So why you slanging the keys

Drinking the g's watch your g's

Cause in my street

You'll get jacked in the county streets

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

I'm in the black chev

Coming down the highway

With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway

Tacked out with my 40 on my side g

Bumping sh*t like

The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me

See in 94 them b**ches can't fade me

And to your dome it's a 9 a 380

Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that a**

You see the No Limit mob

You better move fast

Being real cause the P don't high side

89 did my first f**king drive-by

Open fire with

That deuce deuce on the crowd

They started yelling

As the bithces started falling down

All I heard was sirens by the police

Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me

Niggas in the back

Of the chev getting chroniced out

Just handled our business

And we slowly smashed out

Now we on the freeway

Danked out just bust

Caps and we got away

TRU g's in the d**e game

But always coming thru with

Something funky for the streets man

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes

Something funky for the streets

And the niggas and the hoes