The Heavyweight Funk Lyrics

[Verse1: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk]
It's yours truly, I may smoke a mooley cooley
Hi, what's the movie? Now I'm dazzled like a dooley
Packin', stackin' power, breaking backs and
Son's never lackin'
T-funk is always actin'
But what the hatchet, styles can't match it
The one troubled funksta, Ralph M will scratch it
Catch it, watch it, slip money grip
To the vocal avenger move my hip watch me rip
Flash, flash yo to the yes, yes yo
Thank god for the oldschool and the fresh fest yall
Yo - Now that we made it, MC's wanna rate it
The heavyweight funk that can never be faded!

[Hook]
We rock stages, we rock hard can you blame us?
The heavyweight funk that can never be faded!

[Verse2: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk]
So you can tell by the way I funk my funk
No time for fakes, and no time for punks
Son rolls a thick one, brothers say kick one
Kick one first first
But Son is the sick one
Give insatious what a mind says-a
It's me neck the triple X porn blazer Illah
f*ck village dillah
Killah
The wack MC that stomp like Godzilla
[?], dope style taker
Awake all you fakes naughty dread from Jamaica
Smoke on my raisin, shit's got me wasted
I lease out now, I'm back for your season!

[Hook]

[Verse3: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk]
Baby we can do this take your time
Make your crime, we can do this shady
I said ladies don't panic
It's the funk fanatic
Act like you know, but first steal the pennant
Funk for your rosta, funkass imposters
Funk for yourself, words, what I offer
There's no extortion, I'll freak the fortune
So here me - yo - punk, beat the portion
You know
I know, that my shit is final
I'll twist it out and take back my title
Six milion ways to die, choose Son
[?] caution - uhm- beg your pardon
I'll spark my doobie but don't get me stared
Skills got a plenty, face all sweaty
So with the funk I come rough and ready

[Hook]

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