Samba - Minx lyrics

[Verse One] I rock raw, lock jaw, Amen-Ra BLX crew will show you who them knock offs are You get knocked off bars, you try to walk like me Omni been down for years, show me your ID On the road I be, so and so, so Low pro, roll by me You say "hat the f**?" Booyah, the name brand, stamp quality product I step ahead so your next move already be thought of I'm just too hard to follow, never comfortable Smoke the genie out the bottle, you should swallow the fact Attack the city like flash floods, where's the match up Twenty minute mix tapes, the big face stack It's Omni I'm in the chamber shooting out the gift of gab I add a pinch of fat, a little dash of this and that and then some Compliment the rhythm, kick the dopest f**ing lyrics ever heard Over a beat session or a collaboration Nabs on the mix, how could this be Break neck intensity, sounds so convincing Listen, turn it up a digit, it's the shiznit You feel me If it isn't Omni then what is it? [Hook] I got the funk for your trunk, I got the sh** that you need The funk for your trunk, I got the sh** that you need The funk for your trunk, I got the sh** that you need I got the funk for your trunk, I got the funk, the funk (x2) [Verse Two] I got it, I got it, I got it, you found it, eureka Laced up my sneaker, kicked a hole in your speaker There rain and snow, ten below on the meter Part Creole, Cherokee, eight [?] Guiness book, one of the greatest, world famous Alias after alias, the government named us Most wanted, most wanted But the n***as not ready, mutha f**ers try to take it But my crowns too heavy On your mark, ready, set, yeah, here we go Funkdafied Freddy straight banging through your stereo Give me a minute and ill be in your girls cherio Fundafied freddy, sh** that's me The funk for your crunk, I got the sh** that you need The funk for your trunk, I got the sh** that you need I got the funk, the funk I held lectures, taught some of the best to break records To the tape deckers bumpin' old sh** that you've been blessed with Not to be tested My whereabouts aren't to be questioned And I suggest its 50/50, nothing less than, be selective And where you put your foot down the streets congested The trees infested from the root down, its time to reboot I'm on to plan b, its time to recoup I'm on the come up, I'm out from sundown to sun up, what Grab your lighter and your blunt, light it up tonight (x3) Grab your lighter, grab your lighter I got the sh** that you need I got the sh** that you need I got the sh** that you need I GOT THE FUNK FOR YOUR TRUNK, I GOT THE sh*t THAT YOU NEED