Funkmaster Flex Presents The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk
Funkmaster Flex lyrics
Funkmaster Flex lyrics
"Fugees-Freestyle Lyrics"
f/ The Fugees
(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, we got Fugees up in here, haha!
(Wyclef)Refugee camp y'all
(Lauryn Hill) Funkmaster Flex up in here!
(Wyclef)One two, yeah
(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, yeah like this yo
*singing* We bumped into Flex, yeahhh, two months ago
(Wyclef)Yeah, yo what was he doing?
(Lauryn Hill) Yo, hahaa, like this yo, word
*singing* He was backstage at a Refugees show
(Wyclef)Oh yeah, I think it was like the Mecca
and Pete Rock on the wheels
The one you love The one you care for Has told you everything You ever lived for The one you love Just walked into your life She said hold me and keep me warm Hold me for ever and keep me from harm Hold me and keep me warm Hold me for ever
(Lauryn Hill) Word up, yeah
*singing* He said Fu's could you rock yeah (yeah yeah, one time)
Or maybe you won't (one time) oh yeah, oh yeah
So we bust in the back of a big gray Cadillac
Oh my honey... yeah yeah
With nickels and dimes busting fat freestyle rhymes
Oh baby, and we crazy, yeah, so we break it down like this
I'm not Japanese but I drive a Mitsubishi
Not Spanish, but I eat arroz con pollo
Not Haitian, but I eat seaweed seskwa
Mama-se-mama-sa-mama-ma-ku-sa
The Beatles Lyrics
let's hear it for the first beatle let's hear it for the worst beatle let's hear it for the best beatle the had to get it off his chest beatle let's hear it for the lost beatle the art at any cost beatle the beatle with the sense of taste beatle who never learne
let's hear it for the first beatle let's hear it for the worst beatle let's hear it for the best beatle the had to get it off his chest beatle let's hear it for the lost beatle the art at any cost beatle the beatle with the sense of taste beatle who never learne
(Wyclef)
Chi-blah, chi-blah, chi-blah, chi-blah-blah-blah-blah-bamba
Check out de numba one rapper comin through your speaker
This is how Flex reach ya, bust it
For the kid he say, freestyle all day
From Brooklyn to L.A. it's the ay ay ay
If a bwoy wan fi test a now de bwoy get sway
When we come in dancehall all de roaches Raid, bust it
Cool fellow, in the dancehall stay mellow
All that guntalk who woulda thought you'd die yellow
Penny drug dealer, work for the va
Swampland Lyrics
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Sinken in the mud Patron-saint of the Bog. They cum with boots of blud Wit pitchfawk and with club Chantin out mah name Got doggies strainin onna chain Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end! They hun
mpireQuixanne, ah'm in its grip Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Sinken in the mud Patron-saint of the Bog. They cum with boots of blud Wit pitchfawk and with club Chantin out mah name Got doggies strainin onna chain Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end! They hun
New York to Newark, Captain Kirk he works for sandwiches
Number, zero, hit, professional
If you saw the movie then you know no one's Untouchable
Don't take this personal it's just family business
With this accomplice snitch now he sleeps with the fish
Wyclef Preacher's Son
Refugee Camp with the Funkmaster Flex in the house (Refugees up in here, yeah)
Got L in the house, and Prazwell up (hahahaha, ha like this)
[Funkmaster Flex blends into Doug E. Fresh's "I-Ight"]