F/ bilal, jill scott
Chorus: bilal, jill scott
Alright.....okay [4x]
Alright......well make it funky for you now
[common]
Im a child of the ahh - the 87 ahh
From the streets - get on a beat and go ahh
I could break it down like whatever ya ahh
On some k-r-s be here forever type unh
You-you-you-you know you shouldnt rhyme like unh
Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh
Baby boy you could do it take your time do it....
If you get the chance
To be a man in a b-boy stance and advanced from the go
Ill trace outer space with a unh
The baby-sitter of styles - Ive traveled miles with
Bitches and....ive traveled miles with.....
Ive traveled miles with bitches and brew the ritual
Of the real unh
Your platinum but real unhs dont feel you
You sampled real unhs and then filtered
Im built to last - at last Im free
The roots and sv be the family tree
Sv and the roots be the family tree
The roots and sv and the tree is unh
Come on
Chorus;
As long as its funky....alright..okay [yeah]
As long as its funky...alright
As long as its funky...alright...okay
As long as its funky...funky for you now
I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh
Baby girl lets go half on a child for the ohhh
Lick shots pop lock and blaow for the oohh
Like ra-ill move a crowd for the ohhh
You talkin loud but aint sayin ohhh
Trickin paper on a unh... captain save-a-ohhh
Ive never been.. the type of nigga..
To take.. a broad to the courts
As a shorty I was always into sports
Now I talk to drums and walk in slums and thoughts thats ohhh
Instinct to hustle-divided by the struggle
Plus a couple of scuffles and up to high shuffle
Even when it sound muffled..
I bust through.. narrow gates..
With king-sized thoughts thats sparrow shaped
Before I came up I had to elevate
Let a nigga move where he wanna move up to
You dont like how Im livin... well fuck ohhh
I stuck to what I was on... a star is born on a cusp
Many angels fell to the dust
Leavin me to trust... only a ohhh
Leavin me to trust yall only a ohhh
Leavin me to trust in a - ahh ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh
Yo
Chorus: repeat 4x
As long as its funky [yeah]
Alright..okay
Let your.. imagination.. dance to the..
Dance to the.. dance to the hey
Like nobodys watchin in a b-boy stance to the hey
Im funky like africans in france to the hey
Yo hey.. kick in the bass you..
Chasin paper like a bitch in a race
Spit on or death, I still aint picked up the ace
The hundred.. styles I run with thick in the race
So lets ohhh.. yeah unh hunh
Chorus
