Juice Magazin - What The Funk lyrics

[Casual:] Ay turn me down a little bit* Everything, turn everything down a little bit Full Circle with the protractor, you ain't no factor We rollerblade on beats and I can go backwards Like it's the 70's, high feeling heavenly Chopping up Beverlys, thinkin how good the head'll be But I ain't partyin with girls who need a guardian I see 'em in the audience and pa** 'em up Fashioned up, flashin Miami A big iceberg that sank the Titanic A n***a quick to put his dick in your broad But I wouldn't spend five on a chicken kabob We get poultry, smooth and sultry Women approach me low key, and give me they proceeds [Tajai:] We kick poetry, you can quote me Multi-talented, makin music mostly Corralling them dollars as you holla audibly Then make quantum leaps through the finer leaf In the pursuit of scholarly refinement I spend my life unwindin globes Spend it in a pair of well-worn denims Stretchin skins like a tenor it's the smooth matter The playful banter, or perhaps the 'gnac In that half-full decanter, had her off of the scanner Screamin let me at her! Man the game long Long, long as a freak would roam That's how we keep it, long as my peoples know We gonna have cash in hand, triple threat hashish Weed and keef to blow, n***a it's no secret [Chorus:] Every time I come around here Ultra smoke be in my eyes Y'all don't like me? I don't care But what the f**, you think that got to do with me? [Opio:] Say what? You balling like a Mariner And wearin a three-piece suit, you still a two-shot Derringer And I'm a paratrooper with a parachute Airborne ranger tearing through the woods with a fully I never spare manoeuvres the chances should be Slim as a hairline fracture America got ya, it might gat ya Breed natural born k**ers like a factory, I'm absolutely Never fallin victim to the brainwash chainsaw I let my lyrics lick through 'em like a chainsaw My aim is living true but it's the same song Brains on the sidewalk, jive talk three eyes watch [A-Plus:] Whether you living dingy or you got nice things I ain't foolin with you s**ers, it's just not my scene Some of you can't imagine the pot I've seen f**in with me I hope you've got Visine, put on your highbeams A-Plus, Hieroglyphics, it's them again Never ever spend the Benjamins on a pelican Like my women elegant, preferably melanin Might telephone with chicken but before I'm gettin hell up in I tell you man the way I'm livin is hectic I mean to buy a mansion, catch me flippin her necklace The game of flagrant fouls and you ain't gettin ejected I'm like be on some next sh** and sh** on my ex-b**h [Repeat Chorus (2x):]