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(The chorus and beat to "Rhymin' on the Funk" plays, and the beat continues.)Humpty Hump: Yeah! Yo, shock, this a funky groove, man, it's kind of funky... Shock G: You think so? I appreciate that,
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeahSo here I go
Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion (two-step) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun Give a fuck
What's happenin'? You need to take it inside Take what inside? You're disturbing the peaceYeah yeah, I done got too big to be hoppin' Over barbed wire fences, right? But I had this one broad She was
The sky's on fire and I'm on my wayTo pick her up I don't wanna be lateShe's been on my mind all dayI'm right on time and I can't waitI can't wait I can't waitTo pull out the drive roll down a
There's a four by four, blacked out four doorIce cold six pack in the floorboardThat's got my name on itHot little chick, cherry bomb red lipsSitting shotun, fresh tat on her hipThat's got my name on
Hey girl, good to see your pretty faceYou back for good? Or just for the holidays?Either way, its good to see you againWhats it been at least six or seven years?Nothings changed sense youve got outta
I knew when she blew in she wouldn't stayEvery now and then God makes one that wayA red head, wild child with storms in her eyesI knew I'd never be the sameThat's the thing about a hurricaneShe's all
Could be holding you tonightCould quit doing wrong start doin' rightYou don't care about what I thinkI think I'll just stay here and drinkHey putting you down don't square no dealLeast you know the
I knew when she blew in she wouldn't stayEvery now and then God makes one that wayRed-haired wild child with storms in her eyesI knew I'd never be the sameThat's the thing about a hurricaneShe's all
Just holding your hand, while the sea breeze blowsAnd the waves roll in, swaying those boatsGirl it makes me thinkI'd like to rock you sweetUp ahead on the dock there's a little jam bandIt's not a far
You can see the dust from the trucks in the sunsetHeading out down Lazy Branch RoadHigh beams cutting a trail through the hay fieldsCrossing the creek where the fuzz can't goMake a few calls and the
It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plainThe fields are dry and dusty, there is no sign of rainIt floats out a kitchen window, somewhere in the southIf the river gets much higher, they'