Too $hort Giving Up the Funk Lyrics

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(feat. Ant Banks, MC Breed)
[MC Breed:]
Hell yeah
We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house
And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house
And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha

Ohhhh, givin up the funk [2x]
[Short Dawg:]
Now I'm about to get with this funk ****
And talk real bad to a punk *****
Cause I'm that ***** she'll dream about
Stickin my **** all in her mouth
Cause that ***** don't last and i'm on the hunt
*****es like that is all I want
But you playin that roll and can't say why
***** get wit it lets **** tonight
It ain't cool, don't come with that ****
I'll **** that fat *** from the back *****
Tappin that *** like Gregory Hines
You can have this ****, but them legs is mine
*****, the pimp game is the motto
I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado
Make that money so the story goes
Ride that ***** like a set of vols
Dip in dip out of that traffic jam
Freaky little ***** gotta have it man
She like to get that money from all you tricks
**** sound better than Parliament
I heard you was a hoe
Where's ya pimp?
***** chose me and quit ****in with him
Old once a month funky **** bleedin *****
Can't do **** except make me rich
You love to **** around for free
But now you ****in round with Peewee
And being fine just ain't enough hoe you's a diamond in the rough
So I'm sendin yo *** to D.C.
Get me some cash to get my ?indica?
Make my cd's, you tossin senators
You can't get crossed up with the pd's
They payin a cost to get g'd
You got frost on your knees
****in and suckin them d's
They usually be havin you cheesin
I got the hook up for suckers
Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets
I'm buying beatin disease
You tellim me what you want *****
You givin up the funk
But you gotta pay a lump
To this ***** name Peewee
From the are-I-see-H-M-O-N-D
***** you can't hang with me cause yo *** is scandalous
***** **** it damn, that's the end
These *****es want these inches off the ****, cause I'm with the Dangerous
************ you's a punk and I can't hang with you
[Ant Banks:]
Yo, be comin straight out the *****
Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
How hoes get cussed at
Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat
So tramp, I ?? your tramp to much bleedin
Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me
Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
Ya'll stay off my level six
You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin the devil get
Mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up
Keepin yo eyes up
I'm lookin for *****es and *****es to size up
I bust one and thumps one
I bust two and rise up
I'm ready to slide my **** in something hot as wet as you
I bet its you
I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through
Give up the *****, give up the head
Drop yo panties and rub your clit
Do the splits, rub your ****
Yeah, I like the freaky ****
So give it up to me straggla
**** the cheese and bragger
Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her
Cause *****s be takin the *****
Just give it up to me *****
Don't fight it
The last ***** that tried it, don't fight it
I'm just like a bloodhound
You lick my balls and give me a rub down
You want me to eat your *****, but you stank *****
Go scrub down
I get up inside the *****, spend my day in it
Lay in it, play in it
Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it
Imagine my ****'s the basketball
Yo ***** is the basket
I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank *****
Cause you gave up the funk
[M.C. Breed:]
Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no *****es
I'll just be clockin my riches
Now bare witness as I spit this
**** that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously
And *****s be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be
Some **** that they ain't
Some *****s front, but I can't
I'm sippin tough on the drink
And makin barrels of bank
Yeah, so *****s save that punk ****
I'm comin with that funk ****
See that's how i was raised and my real *****s want this
So nut up or keep walkin
And shut the **** up when grown folks is talkin *****
Before you get your back broke
Now what you want to **** with a Oakland city mack for?
The place you can trip on
Where the *****s be mackin, stealin, killin and pimpin to get they crip on
And take it to the next phase
We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze
That's why they call me bad ***
Cause I be puttin boogers on *****es and fartin loud with my fat ***
But yo, I gets paid for that
And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack
So what the **** you know about me
A loked out, funky *** pimpin OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-you-T

Written by: Anthony Banks, George Clinton Jr., William Bootsy Collins, Ramon Gooden, Mhisani Miller, Todd Shaw
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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