Coolio - 2 Minutes And 21 Seconds Of Funk Lyrics

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Yeah yeah

Fuck all these niggaz

You know what i'm talkin' about wino

Yeah yeah yeah

Two minutes and twenty one seconds of funk

And i ain't no punk

That's right that's right

A tisket a tasket

That's all you ask it

Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket

Like little jack horna' i'm still bendin' cornas'

Buckin' shots on your block i'm sippin' on corona's

Uh your mcdonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide

Sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm

Straight up collected it cool and calm

Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm

Who's the rawest?

My shit is flawless

Had to be passin' out bruises

Lacerations and broken jawses

Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss

Before i do a michael jackson and "cut your shit off!"

Part of the penitentary still penetratin' your grill

I keep on keepin' it right while you keep on keepin' it real

I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist

Coolio's on the case get yo hoe out my face fool

Lodi dodi i don't know karate but i know a razor

And none of y'all can't fade me

I know you wanna try to play me

And busta's wanna playa hate me

I'm one of the dopest niggaz out i

Guess that's why they hate me

Cause i slang hits like niggaz slang cavi

I remain like khakis i guess that's why they mad at me

On a record you might outgat me

But you can't outrap me

My shit is fatta'

And yo shit need a little bit mo batta'

Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method

Free funk text readily selected so check it

Uh ?dip diver? socializer i've been rockin'

These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner

And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire

I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner

My shit is wise cpt m.c. for hire

My name ain't rick james but i'll burn your ass with a fire

So what's your desire baby love?

Is it hands wrapped around mics

Or fingers wrapped around triggas?

Eitha' way it go i'm dumpin' and i'm dippin'

Still tennis shoe pimpin' 40 thevz in position

Fee-fi-fo-fum now nigga i'm a giant

And yo ass is like jack

But yo magic beans is wack

Skills is what you lack

I'm like a benz you ain't even like cadillac

You mo like a regal

I'ma pit bull and you's a beagle

I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles

As their legs start to dangle

Dance around everybody like mr. bo jangles

Los angeles compton long beach and carson hawthorne

Livin with the watts

I'm sendin' out shout outs

I used to drink ol' gold

Now i just stroll

Straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store

Huh and you know what make me laugh bitch?

Even your mama want my autograph autograph autograph

Autograph autograph

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