bend I'm beginnin at the end At the end's where I begin Sense has gone we're on our way Just another drink away Stood behind the waterfall At the end
Prijevod: Planet Funk. Kraj.
pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills But when kept on disrespectin' Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga I'm from the Land where every niggas plan
chump, you don't want no static Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you
what he livin is a lie He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly Plus im fly And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane Ill get
a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor Spock smokin
dipped with the quickness The plan went well so I got down to the business Opened up the bag it was filled with paper I thought I freaked the funk but
Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose
days, layin in the shade And on top of that I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child
I like the way you do me I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact I'd love to be another funk front runner But first we gotta deal with the fronters
Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man, I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., ?Come now?, I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin' the P-funk
Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a. [Myself ? ? ?] Myself, me Myself and I [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. [PP/Jamal Dorsey] Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant
that for my mellow man No, no we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump
shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin' end Listen to, me
go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine
'm superb Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves Played your hand, lost track of your plan When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man
a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin
