[Intro]
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
[Verse 1]
Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggas up your fuckin' jammies let me hear ya lick 'em
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me? Why your pussy breathin' hard and on tilt, bitch?
Your clitoris, danglin' from my cock, I don't feel shit
So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth
'Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right
I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
'Cause that's the way the knotty-headed niggas rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with
I ran through more niggas than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick 'cause it's stock which
Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch
HOOAHH...So on and on and let me kick the wrath
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
[Verse 1]
Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggas up your fuckin' jammies let me hear ya lick 'em
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me? Why your pussy breathin' hard and on tilt, bitch?
Your clitoris, danglin' from my cock, I don't feel shit
So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth
'Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right
I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
'Cause that's the way the knotty-headed niggas rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with
I ran through more niggas than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick 'cause it's stock which
Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch
HOOAHH...So on and on and let me kick the wrath
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass
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