Фонк Groove E

Gold all in all the fingers that bang. Moving different tempo just to make the bitches to Twang. Get to twang. Call my nigga, he at Fucking crib. Make off a nigga, yeah, this Grove Street. Rainbows over hoes, just to get your ass froze. Come into the fold, I be on it, cover Hoes. If you wanna learn this game, first come To me. I just wrote this instrumental since the Scene is stupid. Wait a I mean I can't forget it. If my arms are bleeding, so who? I just said it. Nigga, you know. Pack a TEC and I'm leaving with the throat. Nigga, won't tell another one, Nigga, you know. Fuck them Grove Street fools. Grove Street going down. Tryna robber on my technical. Nigga, you ain't a threat with my fucking flow. Don't tryna be a fucker 'cause I'm A, fuck your mother, say fuck you, Nigga. Fuck is my my first name. Come say a fuck if you think wanna fight. You just better watch your back 'cause my pistol, Nigga, bite. I'm the best, check my tech, All you wack niggas dead. It's different bitch, 'cause I'm heavy. Nigga, I'm trapping in the vans with a motherfucking Cleaver. These bodies for some years and now you Living on disability. Niggas wanna walk just to talk and they see Me. I just came, I'm like a jelly and They know that I'm the shit. Game is nothing, check, I'm slapping, check. You're trying to get your shot to your throat. You a threat, but you falling on the next Beat.