Project: Funk da World
Craig Mack lyrics
Craig Mack lyrics
"Making Moves with Puff Lyrics"
Shake My Tree Lyrics
Now I don't want to be your slave You're trying to drive me to an early grave All I ever hear, is that you live an' breathe for me But all you ever do, babe, is shake my tree 'Cos you keep on pushing, baby, like you never, ever been in love before I told you once an' I told you twice I ain't no schoolboy you can sacrifice You want my love an' you want it now You try to love me, baby, but you don't know how So you kee
Now I don't want to be your slave You're trying to drive me to an early grave All I ever hear, is that you live an' breathe for me But all you ever do, babe, is shake my tree 'Cos you keep on pushing, baby, like you never, ever been in love before I told you once an' I told you twice I ain't no schoolboy you can sacrifice You want my love an' you want it now You try to love me, baby, but you don't know how So you kee
featuring Puff Daddy
[Puff Daddy]
Changed my mind man..
{DJ cut in the background from ATCQ + L.O.N.S. "Scenario"
"Makin moves y'all.."}
Chorus: Puff Daddy (repeat 4X)
Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Chorus 1X
[Craig Mack]
Peace to Brentwood Town Shipping
I'm smoother than that Lex your whipping
with the rack and pinion
and Firelli tires that be gripping
Sometimes I wonder if MC's really know
Mack's eternal bought to burn you
while in ten feet, of snow
I grab the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya
I got funk with the bass and soul
Cause I've been rockin on the mic since nine years old
And I can groove with that, stupid fat
rhymers when you're soupin that
Customs Of Tasseomancy Lyrics
Proemial of Spell: Two spheres are calling me to the ""grounds"" where I use to plead. Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams. You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide. (The gypsy that deludes me with copulation) So, let me form the countours of your trance and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud. 1st Verse: Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust. Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves fr
and find where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case like Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man with the reason why
And it'll cost more than Lee Majors
to fix MC's after I kicks my flavor
Puff and Puff and blow the House down
is what the Mack do whenever I get down
Gettin down, boyeee (get down)
One two, Mack man's in full effect
Chorus: .75X + (rock on, rock on, rock on)
[Craig Mack]
Move with the funk
Cause we makes the moves on down
Kick the funk, hahhhh.. boyeee
I'm like the greatest rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, write a rhyme-a
but the pace that I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
Do you wanna pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH) <
Beloved Lyrics
Beloved these are dangerous times Because you are weightless like a leaf from the vine and the wind has blown you all over town Because there is nothing holding you to the ground So now you would rather be A slave again than free from the law Beloved listen to me Don't believe all that you see and don't you ever let anyone tell you That there's anything that you need But me Beloved these are perilou
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Mack's engagin, extra blazin Beloved these are dangerous times Because you are weightless like a leaf from the vine and the wind has blown you all over town Because there is nothing holding you to the ground So now you would rather be A slave again than free from the law Beloved listen to me Don't believe all that you see and don't you ever let anyone tell you That there's anything that you need But me Beloved these are perilou
Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin on my zipper
I wanna know who's been naughty or nice
with the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my back (that's right)
As we kick on the funk called MC subtract
Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new craze boyeee
Mack the dope (one two)
We break all of the funk on down (yeah)
Chorus
[Craig Mack]
Mo Bee, make it..
Bustin out, in the House
Makin moves, with the flavor
One two, as we get busier
We gon' get like this
Can You Feel The Love Tonight (Espanol) Lyrics
Tim?n: Ya se siente cerca Pumba: ?Qu?? Tim?n: El trio termin? Pumba: ?Trio? Tim?n: Si se enamoran, ?qu? remedio habra? Seremos solo dos No se han dado cuento Que pronto han de caer Bajo una atm?sfera romantica Desastre puedo ver Voz: Esta noche es para amar Todo listo esta Y las estrellas resplandeceran Romance irradiaran
Come on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see)
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
that I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
(in your top dresser) Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
It's this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Craig Mack plans
to grab MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
Like I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics
(as we get busier) As we get busier
in nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor
Chorus 2X
Tim?n: Ya se siente cerca Pumba: ?Qu?? Tim?n: El trio termin? Pumba: ?Trio? Tim?n: Si se enamoran, ?qu? remedio habra? Seremos solo dos No se han dado cuento Que pronto han de caer Bajo una atm?sfera romantica Desastre puedo ver Voz: Esta noche es para amar Todo listo esta Y las estrellas resplandeceran Romance irradiaran
Come on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see)
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
that I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
(in your top dresser) Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
It's this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Craig Mack plans
to grab MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
Like I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics
(as we get busier) As we get busier
in nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor
Chorus 2X