Luniz Funkin Over Nuthin Lyrics

Funkin Over Nuthin Lyrics

featuring Harm, Too $hort

*(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,
cuz 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,
cuz 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.

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,
cuz 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,
cuz 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.