Rasta Funky Style

Lyrics

Now how would you describe your type of singing?
 It doesn't fit into any category that I've ever seen before
 It's not folk singing, it's not rock n roll,
 It's not progressive jazz, it's not swinging
 What is it?
 Rom pompom goes the whompers to the cranium
 Bustin out churri drums in an
 Uncontrollable outburst, hear me out now!
 One time pull me over cause they see
 Me come past d yard, slammin so hard!
 Me ready now!
 Rasta funky style
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 A rasta funky style
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 Rasta funky style
 Rasta funky style
 Me rasta funky style
 Come right along, come right along
 come right along wit me
 Spitting up on d mic is Mr flamboyant E-40!
 I likin when ma style is jaffing very sporty
 Strugglin strife all my life to make a little bit a money
 Give someone an inch and watch me take a 2
 Can't be nice to people, take advantage of you
 Smile up in yo face and wanna get down with yo crew
 I felt like I can see right through some people, no can do
 People believin' that the fat means greasy
 Until they get locked up an get shagged into d booty
 That's when you start notice that the life is not a cartoon
 This won't happen to you, if you're listenin to this tune
 Rasta funky style
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 A rasta funky style
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 Me rasta funky style
 I'm labelled to most, one a d most dopest rappers in history
 Inherited the gift of spit from the genes up in ma family
 Pork chop I eat, but liver I will not (yes, nah)
 When mommy's cooking stew I put ma finger in d pot
 She slaps me on the hand and say 'young boy have you gone mad?
 If you don't like how I raised you then go live wit your dad'
 I become quite upset, angry enough to war!
 Start stompin all across the floor then I slammed ma room door!
 An act of disobedience which is the wrong ingredients
 All it takes is jus one tiniest form a insight from a genius
 To put it in perspective, video jukebox you selected
 Campaign around this town,with this beat and get elected
 Hussler on the doe, hitting hard like ridd
 Some of our raps are fast, some of our raps are slow
 V town, California, where I born raised and grow
 My favourite animated TV show, Tennessee Tuxedo
 Etcetera,etcetera,etcetera,me no smoke cocaine
 Too hard on my brain, might drive me insane
 Lyrical king, the lyrical king, E-40 the lyrical king
 Lyrical king, the lyrical king, E-40 the lyrical king
 Rasta funky style
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 Rasta funky style
 A rasta funky style
 Rasta funky style
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 Me rasta funky style
 E-40 wanna slowin' it up, tippin' ma cup
 To make a toast for 90 dos or what I say (boop, boop, boop)
 Peace goes out to d C-L-I-C-K drivin' on me insane
 With that premeditated game, a yea
 Now pass d drink to d left and side text us
 Pass d 40 to d right and side drink us
 Now pass d denk to d left and side denk us
 Pass d 40 to d left and slide drink us
 Follow me now!
 Put it in and get stupida, (a say a)
 Drink it up until yo ocha
 If the munchies didn't go, write some riddles add some symbols
 Make up symbols, can't resist em
 Now everybody sing da lingo
 Rasta funky style
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 A rasta funky style
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 Me rasta funky style
 Why don't you like drop d lyrics wit d greatest effies
 How come you can't spit the lyrics
 From the hillside posse
 No good times could d one times make our country not free
 I thought this was the land of the opportunity
 Why don't you like drop d lyrics wit d greatest effies
 How come you can't spit the lyrics from the hillside posse
 No good times could d one times make our country not free
 I thought this was the land of the opportunity
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:29
Key
7
Tempo
83 BPM

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