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they don’t know - dred scott lyrics

[chorus]
they don’t know ’bout that funk, now
they don’t know ’bout that funk

[verse 1: dred scott]
hangin’ with big domino, yo, that’s my homie
fools rolling up and they look like they know me
peepin’ at the gear that i’m wearin’
and i said, “what’s up?”, but the fools kept starin’
domino say, “yo, let”s go to the spot”
everybody’s over hangin’ out on the block
and it was packed, i mean the whole street
had stopped at the record store lookin’ for some old beats
like some jazz, yeah, some new [?]
here come the fools that was starin’ on the ave. again
they was blunted, eyes bloodshot rеd
and say, “yo, are you the kid named drеd?”
i said, “fool, you don’t know me, we ain’t got beef”
my man had gold on the two front t**th
he said, “hey, i heard you did beats
but you don’t know sh*t about funk for the jeeps”
i said, “my folk’ll rock the set”
he said, “i heard you was wack”, i said, “how much you wanna bet?”
then he said, “hmm, on the ave. i was peepin’ out your gear
we wear the same size, yo, that’ll be my prize”
we shook hands and i rocked it
now i got two gold t**th in my pocket, ’cause
[chorus]
they don’t know ’bout that funk
they don’t know ’bout that funk

[verse 2: big domino]
boo*yeah, started out ’69
cut the umbilical, here’s the original
remedy, but that wack disease
breakin’ all soft n*ggas with my lyrical trigger
’cause ever since i came jumpin’ out the v*g*n*
i knew then, i would be a dope rhymer
blowin’ up mics, leave smoke [?]
knockin’ out couchie at cheap motels
hangin’ with my dogs, sippin’ on the [?]
knockin’ out booty and slappin’ the b*lls (ah, not you d)
big d, got a little mo’ in store
played the thief and i stole the show
catchin’ wreck with mr. taboo
glock 9 feelin’ fine
pass me a fatty, keep the funk alive
now i got you sprung like a virgin
with the beat by dred, definitely humpin’
i get mine, gotta get paid
open up honey, dip and spread them legs

[chorus]
’cause they don’t know ’bout that funk
they don’t know ’bout that funk
[verse 3: dred scott]
like james brown, i’m on the move
to get “one nation under a groove”
big money in the bank accounts
catties dip with “mo’ bounce to the ounce”
i get sly like stone in the night
it was dark so i needed a “flashlight”
so, can i get the funk and don’t say maybe
slide, bay*bay*b*baby

[chorus]
they don’t know ’bout that funk
they don’t know ’bout that funk
they don’t know ’bout that funk
they don’t know ’bout that funk

- dred scott lyrics

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