Funky by Callon B Lyrics
[Intro]
"It's got to be Funky!"
(Callon B)
I get! (Funky!)
Said I get! (Funky!)
Shit, hope you get! (Funky!)
Uh, baby lets get! (Funky!)
[Verse 1: Callon B]
Rolling green in a fancy cigar, at a place that we shouldn't be
Why wouldn't we?
Life seems just a little bizarre, the Government ain't fooling me
I know there pulling strings!
But onto other things, lava lamp by the microphone
I drop a 4 in the Styrofoam
The giant? Naw homie the tyrants home
The shit in this bowl will turn the sky to a kaleidoscope
Next dimension shit you can feel it in my penmanship
Who claims I ain't killing this?
Taken shots you pretend to sip
Problem is you're to sensitive, I don't give a fuck
You ain't receive the hints you washed up
Like a beach of fish, leaning
But I can still reach the 5th
Bad broad and you rolling with a teeth-less bitch
Fuck out of here
Funky fungus leave a funny taste in my mouth
Rawer than the milk that came straight from the cow
Take a bow thank you all for coming out
Not a better feeling than a loving crowd
Local artist in a panic now
Callon B brought the cannons out
On the run while you stand around
I got a couple ass whoopings time to hand them out
Mayfield to P-Town this shit's about me now
Murray to, hotter than curry food you brought the beast out
Fuck your freestyles can't make racks off battle raps in the mean while I get's!
[Chorus: Callon B and Gabby]
(Funky!)
I get!
(Funky!)
That green I blow is (Funky)
This beat I know is (Funky)
Everything I own is (Funky)
That green I blow is (Funky)
This beat I know is (Funky)
Everything i own is (Funky)
GYB is...
Said GYB is (Funky)
[Verse 2: Callon B]
D.W.A. druggies with attitudes
Skinny kid with the ego of a massive dude
A big fat J, is my lassitude
Sorry to say that all these other rappers gassing you
It's the sour truth, groovy Ginger till the death of me
Pray to God I live effectively
Don't let the system get the best of me
Fuck em', I won't lose my integrity
Let me be me, bad vibes get the hell away
If you main stream you can sail away
Attention's what you failed to pay
I got real friends I can tell a fake
Won't stop till I'm hella paid
Got her wetter than the everglades
I'm forever mane
It get's deeper than believed to be
Mumble under your breath but you can't seize the King
Of the 270! Scared than go to Seven Oak's
I belong where the Heavens float
GYB got your back, rep it every time I'm on the track
(Gabby) "Man this song is rad!"
I possess all the talent that you wish you had
Bet money couldn't get you ass, shit is sad
Roll up! where are my Mary Jane junkies
Land lord came in and said it smells funky!
[Chorus: Callon B and Gabby]
"It's got to be Funky!"
(Callon B)
I get! (Funky!)
Said I get! (Funky!)
Shit, hope you get! (Funky!)
Uh, baby lets get! (Funky!)
[Verse 1: Callon B]
Rolling green in a fancy cigar, at a place that we shouldn't be
Why wouldn't we?
Life seems just a little bizarre, the Government ain't fooling me
I know there pulling strings!
But onto other things, lava lamp by the microphone
I drop a 4 in the Styrofoam
The giant? Naw homie the tyrants home
The shit in this bowl will turn the sky to a kaleidoscope
Next dimension shit you can feel it in my penmanship
Who claims I ain't killing this?
Taken shots you pretend to sip
Problem is you're to sensitive, I don't give a fuck
You ain't receive the hints you washed up
Like a beach of fish, leaning
But I can still reach the 5th
Bad broad and you rolling with a teeth-less bitch
Fuck out of here
Funky fungus leave a funny taste in my mouth
Rawer than the milk that came straight from the cow
Take a bow thank you all for coming out
Not a better feeling than a loving crowd
Local artist in a panic now
Callon B brought the cannons out
On the run while you stand around
I got a couple ass whoopings time to hand them out
Mayfield to P-Town this shit's about me now
Murray to, hotter than curry food you brought the beast out
Fuck your freestyles can't make racks off battle raps in the mean while I get's!
[Chorus: Callon B and Gabby]
(Funky!)
I get!
(Funky!)
That green I blow is (Funky)
This beat I know is (Funky)
Everything I own is (Funky)
That green I blow is (Funky)
This beat I know is (Funky)
Everything i own is (Funky)
GYB is...
Said GYB is (Funky)
[Verse 2: Callon B]
D.W.A. druggies with attitudes
Skinny kid with the ego of a massive dude
A big fat J, is my lassitude
Sorry to say that all these other rappers gassing you
It's the sour truth, groovy Ginger till the death of me
Pray to God I live effectively
Don't let the system get the best of me
Fuck em', I won't lose my integrity
Let me be me, bad vibes get the hell away
If you main stream you can sail away
Attention's what you failed to pay
I got real friends I can tell a fake
Won't stop till I'm hella paid
Got her wetter than the everglades
I'm forever mane
It get's deeper than believed to be
Mumble under your breath but you can't seize the King
Of the 270! Scared than go to Seven Oak's
I belong where the Heavens float
GYB got your back, rep it every time I'm on the track
(Gabby) "Man this song is rad!"
I possess all the talent that you wish you had
Bet money couldn't get you ass, shit is sad
Roll up! where are my Mary Jane junkies
Land lord came in and said it smells funky!
[Chorus: Callon B and Gabby]