Luniz - Funkin Over Nuthin Lyrics

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*(radio personality talking)*

Really hasn't been brought up too clearly.

The luniz an too $hort everything has been squashed.

*(too $hort talking)*

Yeah we want everybody to know that it's you know the oak-town ain't

About this.

*(yukmouth talking)*

The media hypes up things when they're wrong but doesn't give enough

Praise when everything is going good.

*(too $hort talking)*

We should juss do a cut don't even mention no beef or nothing juss

Drop it on 'em.

*(numskull talking)*

You know it's politics that made it sound like that. but it's all

Unified you see it's all jesus.

*(too $hort)*

Beeatch!! beeatch!! beeatch!! beeatch!! beeatch!!

*(too $hort talking)*

Man what's it all about? ain't about shit. nigga call me up talking

About man it's on. your niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. nigga

What we fronting for? if it ain't about this money ain't about this

Life an death nigga shit what's really going on?

Verse 1 *(too $hort)*

Jumped all in a niggaz face front him on tha spot

Don't cross the game unless ya wanna get shot

But who made the rules do you recall?

Who's the judge when it comes to this street law?

Is it me?

You?

Or is it my crew?

My niggaz get down yo niggaz do too

Mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life

'cause ain't nuthin nice

Ya gotta pay the price

Ya know them dudes

Walkin in them same shoes

It's brand new to you

But the game is used

I got it from them old niggaz

They so cool

Now we juss roll through

All the hoes know who

Ball in yo town

Don't front it's too little

'cause fake ass niggaz get punked fo your riddles

So what's it all about

Think about it later

To all you real gangstaz

An all you perpitrators.

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Chorus *(harm)* x2

You've

Got me funkin(funkin)

Over nuthin man(funkin man)

Why ya wanna funk wit me??

(speak on it boy!)

Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*

Uh.

Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of

Niggaz who talk hella shit

Is who i'm quick to sock the shit out of

Sniff powder wit all yo hoes off my door

Got em froze like pocino

Ya spendin all yo doe

On the average ass

Stanky ass

Run a gank ass fuck everybody fast

Juss an oakland ass hoe

Now i know why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass joe

All that playa hatin shit ain't asked fo

You must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow

You baffled

You mutha fuckin youngstaz

So go wit your old ass flow

I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe

'cause some of niggaz wonder

Why us playaz do this

I'm under

Caught up in some shit i didn't have nuthin to do wit

The truth is

You know my funk is through

Fuckin ride fo a nigga

If that nigga ain't gonna do shit

Ya wanna be ass pimp

Gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event.

Bitch!!

Dig it.

Chorus *(x2)*

Verse 3 *(numskull)*

I'm too mutha fuckin much fo myself

So funkin wit niggaz close to home is sumpthin else

If you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off

Then that's the end of it

Concentrate on makin mill an start spendin

Now this is where my do it for myself begins

'cause in '97

I ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends

Now i got no enemies

I hold no grudges

From now on i'm overseein my own budget

(fo real!!)

We all did our dirt nigga

But now that's all forgivin

Chris you my nigga til the ending

An

I started wit dru

I started wit smoke-a-lot

Hangin wit me so i gives a fuck

Nummy-num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death

Nigga you wanna chop it up wit me

Go through death yoself

I ain't tryin to hear nuthin

Stead of throwin away skrillion

Nigga

I'd rather be fuckin.

Uh.

Chorus *(x2)*

Verse 4 *(too $hort)*

I signed my name on the dotted line

Niggaz know i did it first

An when you first

You know you get it worse

I suck the game up

I try to pass it on

Niggaz from the bay

Gettin they cash on

From frisco

To vallejo

To the big "o"

Fuck that yeh-yo

Hundred thousand units

Make a nigga half a million dollaz

If you sittin on a grip

I have to holla at yo later

You can get rich in a minute

Two words

Distribution

Independent

Make an accapella you can hear every word

I spit this game you never ever heard

You know how you be quick to pop niggaz

These record companies be quick to rob niggaz

I say "$hort dogg"

An now they pay me

Don't pay these youngstaz

An watch 'em get crazy.

Chorus *(til end)*

*(too $hort talking during chorus)*

Fuck around an run up in yo shit. yeah. that's the new thing goin baby

We runnin up in record companies writin our own mutha fuckin checks.

Sign on the dotted line nigga. what ya really gettin? what's really goin

On? watch out. niggaz in the town bout to unite we goin nationwide.

Oakland style bitch! oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?

Shit. come on now

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