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funky dope shit - dirty red (da don) & lil bay lyrics

[intro]
funky*funky enough
funky*funk*funky enough
funky*funky*funky enough
funky*funky*funky enough

[verse 1: lil bay]
comin’ at yo’ ass in the ’94, with some more funky dope sh*t
the dirty man and the baysta in the f*ckin’ cl!ck
deep as a six feet grave, ho
try not to be the start [?] at a funeral
lookin’ out for all them locals, and them beat jackers
when i say beat jackers, i mean all the style sn*tchers
n*ggas comin’ hard, but you just don’t really know
they stole they style and they beat from another bro
but me, i’m comin’ original in this sh*t, mane
n*ggas can’t say that i done copied the d*mn thang
got my n*gga will, with the motherf*ckin’ sk!lls
comin’ with that funky dope sh*t, on the for real
down with my kinfolk sound to the death, to the [?]
we don’t barr, ’cause we know every time we come, we comin’ hard
straight deathbound, comin’ straight outta frayser
with some of this dope sh*t, and a funky*ass flavor

[chorus]
funky dope sh*t, funky dope sh*t
give me a little bit of that funky dope sh*t (funky enough)
funky dope sh*t, funky dope sh*t
give me a little bit of that funky dope sh*t (funky enough)
funky dope sh*t, funky dope sh*t
give me a little bit of that funky dope sh*t (funky enough)
funky dope sh*t, funky dope sh*t
give me a little bit of that funky dope sh*t (funky enough)
[verse 2: dirty red]
it’s the n*ggity diggity dope sh*t, [?] this lyrics from the lyricist
it’s the type of sh*t you busters can’t f*ck with
ridin’, smokin’ blunts, thinkin’ of dope, dope lyric
hear it, hear it, but you b*tches can’t get near it
dope, dirty r*e*d, cl!cked up with baysta’s
spitted, and made the paper, tryna get make me get paid
in the game, i ain’t no lame, i’m all about that cheese
key is to the success, livin’ the life of [?]
[?] and down for the struggle
if i got to struggle, a n*gga got trouble on the double
i bust yo’ bubble, just like i said, mane
insane to the brain, full of that f*ckin’ chronic, mane
after game, [?], scream my motherf*ckin’ name
k!ll, ’bout my hustle, and come about that f*ckin’ struggle game
this why i remain the dope, dope lyricist
droppin’ dope*ah sh*t that you n*ggas can’t f*ck with

- dirty red da don lil bay lyrics

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