5 Minutes of Funktown by Ezale Lyrics
[Instrumental: "Five Minutes of Funk" by Whodini"]
Fresh outta jail Ezale's getting money
Cause there's too much money
So I gotta stay hungry
But my bills never lonely cuz they always stacked up
And if you hating, quit playing, stop talking, catch up
For the salt that you're throwing, all I need is ketchup
Police back up if they catch me this time
I ain't going out like I did the last time
I bust mine bust back with that "What's happening?"
Got a cannon that sound like Drumline
I'm bout mine, when it come down to it
Everybody got a gun but they ain't trying to shoot it
If you're talking about weight you know I know how to move it
They taught me how do it so I got used to it
It told me how to do it so I got used to it
He said you a snitch but I been knew it
But all that animosity you ain't nobody
When I see you in the streets you can't call nobody
So I hope you packing cuz you know I'm in
There ain't no joking and my burners are smoking just like wiz
But that bitch outta pocket cuz she got me fucked up
She say I gotta eat it before I get sucked up
I said ha let me do it let me get back to it
The town knew I do it she better cool it cuz its foolish
Since when was it good to earn strikes for telling?
That's why the police took my brick and my .357
Ten stacks in the back that I had tucked up
Bounced back from that I bought more guns
And I bought some more sherm poppa sent me some
Came with the M1 you better run cause you're done
When the beat cut off that don't mean Imma stop
I'm a always have a line if you need to re-cop
Cause I got that granddaddy ain't talking about pops
And if you need that kush imma hit a detox
[Instrumental: "Funky Little Beat" by Connie]
In the game it ain't a shame if you take a loss
Had a hammer so I had to go straight to floss
He gave me clips hollow tips that'll flip ya ass, remix ya ass
I can't miss ya ass
And I'm on 4 fifths laying on my ass
And I take road trips just to get my cash
I make the hoes bust fast like a hundred round
Bitches outta town love it when you're from the Town
And they wanna take pictures but I ain't on the map
In the game you better swim or you'll fuck around and drown
The reason you got x'ed cause you don't get down
Y'all still tripping off me like I'm laying on the ground
Cause I came from the bottom and I made it to the top
And if you're looking for Ezale I'm at the bottom of the top
But if you're acting like a cop my name is I don't know
Cuz all the questions that you're asking man I don't know haha
Free my brother Wayne, the hood ain't the same
Once he knock out all them years he gone be here one day
So how you free in the streets? He a 4 time felon!
Go hit the lick if you quick and get scared and start telling
So he flew the Pelican and slipped the sheriff in Folsom
Little bro about money so imma let him hold something
If there's funk in the hood imma let you hold something
RIP [Unknown] cause I'm
["Rocking in" vocal sample from Connie's "Funky Little Beat]
[Instrumental: "Superfreak" by Rick James]
First gun I ever had was a nine shot deuce
Real cowboy shit when I used to get loose
Used to go click clack and then pap pap
With no kick back what you know about that
Now the feds on me for my dread homie
And they won't see him snitch cuz he won't tell on me
Cuz this dank that I got got me stankin a lot and
The drank that I drowned has me going another round
She a freak bitch never think of her the same
Cause she like the backseat like we getting detained
Saying saying you a factor and ya known in the streets
Be the same motherfucker that be gone in a week
So I'm under, I'm on one, E-Z-low-key
And it ain't coming from the Town if it related to police
And he cry Baby Boy related to Jody
I'm related to the mob!
[Instrumental: "11/5" by Garcia Vega]
Case you ain't know me..
Yo I funk with Punk cause he rock
Fuck 5-0 we ain't never get got
Got a pill he gonna pop and he might just pop ya ass
Won't stop got burners that'll drop yo ass
Little tyke kept the spot and he waiting on the car
Money ain't broke cuz we break the law
Then we shake the law, sh-sh-shake the law
And if the spot get hot we vacate some more
Yeah all hoes know the life I live
I'm inna funk tonight tryin to smoke some week
I like to smoke and get loaded, blunt so fat I don't know how to roll it
Why can't a nickel tonight, go to thirteen?
Get my bread, with JP
They wanna see EZ, with Cadillac D
Let me tell em bout these STDs
Sheeet
You say you sick bitch? I give a fuck ho
Cuz you coughing but you ain't coughing up no dough
And that girl I used to know, turned into a ho
Now they break her for her dough like she signed to Death Row
Trying to talk to God but he said go to hell
Not just the police wanna see me in jail
A lot of motherfuckers hate to see me doing well
So I stay sucka free like a duck tail
TBC
Fresh outta jail Ezale's getting money
Cause there's too much money
So I gotta stay hungry
But my bills never lonely cuz they always stacked up
And if you hating, quit playing, stop talking, catch up
For the salt that you're throwing, all I need is ketchup
Police back up if they catch me this time
I ain't going out like I did the last time
I bust mine bust back with that "What's happening?"
Got a cannon that sound like Drumline
I'm bout mine, when it come down to it
Everybody got a gun but they ain't trying to shoot it
If you're talking about weight you know I know how to move it
They taught me how do it so I got used to it
It told me how to do it so I got used to it
He said you a snitch but I been knew it
But all that animosity you ain't nobody
When I see you in the streets you can't call nobody
So I hope you packing cuz you know I'm in
There ain't no joking and my burners are smoking just like wiz
But that bitch outta pocket cuz she got me fucked up
She say I gotta eat it before I get sucked up
I said ha let me do it let me get back to it
The town knew I do it she better cool it cuz its foolish
Since when was it good to earn strikes for telling?
That's why the police took my brick and my .357
Ten stacks in the back that I had tucked up
Bounced back from that I bought more guns
And I bought some more sherm poppa sent me some
Came with the M1 you better run cause you're done
When the beat cut off that don't mean Imma stop
I'm a always have a line if you need to re-cop
Cause I got that granddaddy ain't talking about pops
And if you need that kush imma hit a detox
[Instrumental: "Funky Little Beat" by Connie]
In the game it ain't a shame if you take a loss
Had a hammer so I had to go straight to floss
He gave me clips hollow tips that'll flip ya ass, remix ya ass
I can't miss ya ass
And I'm on 4 fifths laying on my ass
And I take road trips just to get my cash
I make the hoes bust fast like a hundred round
Bitches outta town love it when you're from the Town
And they wanna take pictures but I ain't on the map
In the game you better swim or you'll fuck around and drown
The reason you got x'ed cause you don't get down
Y'all still tripping off me like I'm laying on the ground
Cause I came from the bottom and I made it to the top
And if you're looking for Ezale I'm at the bottom of the top
But if you're acting like a cop my name is I don't know
Cuz all the questions that you're asking man I don't know haha
Free my brother Wayne, the hood ain't the same
Once he knock out all them years he gone be here one day
So how you free in the streets? He a 4 time felon!
Go hit the lick if you quick and get scared and start telling
So he flew the Pelican and slipped the sheriff in Folsom
Little bro about money so imma let him hold something
If there's funk in the hood imma let you hold something
RIP [Unknown] cause I'm
["Rocking in" vocal sample from Connie's "Funky Little Beat]
[Instrumental: "Superfreak" by Rick James]
First gun I ever had was a nine shot deuce
Real cowboy shit when I used to get loose
Used to go click clack and then pap pap
With no kick back what you know about that
Now the feds on me for my dread homie
And they won't see him snitch cuz he won't tell on me
Cuz this dank that I got got me stankin a lot and
The drank that I drowned has me going another round
She a freak bitch never think of her the same
Cause she like the backseat like we getting detained
Saying saying you a factor and ya known in the streets
Be the same motherfucker that be gone in a week
So I'm under, I'm on one, E-Z-low-key
And it ain't coming from the Town if it related to police
And he cry Baby Boy related to Jody
I'm related to the mob!
[Instrumental: "11/5" by Garcia Vega]
Case you ain't know me..
Yo I funk with Punk cause he rock
Fuck 5-0 we ain't never get got
Got a pill he gonna pop and he might just pop ya ass
Won't stop got burners that'll drop yo ass
Little tyke kept the spot and he waiting on the car
Money ain't broke cuz we break the law
Then we shake the law, sh-sh-shake the law
And if the spot get hot we vacate some more
Yeah all hoes know the life I live
I'm inna funk tonight tryin to smoke some week
I like to smoke and get loaded, blunt so fat I don't know how to roll it
Why can't a nickel tonight, go to thirteen?
Get my bread, with JP
They wanna see EZ, with Cadillac D
Let me tell em bout these STDs
Sheeet
You say you sick bitch? I give a fuck ho
Cuz you coughing but you ain't coughing up no dough
And that girl I used to know, turned into a ho
Now they break her for her dough like she signed to Death Row
Trying to talk to God but he said go to hell
Not just the police wanna see me in jail
A lot of motherfuckers hate to see me doing well
So I stay sucka free like a duck tail
TBC