Testo It's Yourz - Funkmaster Flex
Testo della canzone It's Yourz (Funkmaster Flex), tratta dall'album The Mix Tape Volume III - 60 Minutes Of Funk - The Final Chapter
Ain't no rapper who can stifle this
Twice as triflin' as Satan's worst disciple is
Better get that through your head right quick
Better yet you get your crew ripped to shreds by pics
Out of nowhere, cats with no fear show fear
Trust me after that, them cats ain't tryin' to go there
Where the real dogs lock jaws to the death
I'm all up in the pits runnin' hundred dollar bets
Here to collect 'cause the Iron Hand Clan rep
In the days I wave heat and heat wave for half steppin'
My boogie nights in the hood be tight
'Cause my good be right, I shuggy all night, 24 like
Servin' the raw type of smackalack
Havin' these new jacks laid out flat on they back
Wakin' up askin' what was that just hit 'em
This Iron Hand spittin' on the Funk Flex rhythm
Nah man, it's your man King Sun
Funk Flex Volume 3
'Cause them other cats straight up pussies
Let me find out
Push 'em up everybody push 'em up
Push 'em up everybody push 'em up
Push 'em up everybody push 'em up
And if you wanna make it hot we make it rock
Credits
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Mats Bjoerklund, Juergen S. Korduletsch, Jason S. Hunter, Thorir Baldursson
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