Funkanella Lyrics

Funkanella lyrics

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[Big Boi]

Out of
the basement

Out of the dungeon

Look at these broads

What
have you done to them?

Rippin'it, sippin'it

Puttin' a clip in
it

Trimmin' it off the women

I'm swimming

It's odd to me your
words are kind of drippin'

I'm trippin'

Your flow's non-existant
bitches missin'

I gave it Robert Rudolf

Or Puss in boots with his
boots off

I had a new boss

Check the southern slang boy gotta troop
drawn

>From East point to New York

It's Outkast runnin' through
y'all

Allaljuah

Oh y'all



Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and
Roc-A-fella

I got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the hatas and
the hellas

Like you know it's on tonight

Cause everything got kinda
reder

Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess
It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I got the blue box and the
feathers

Fuck the hatas and the hellas

Like I fooled them into
thinking

That life will all get better

[Dre]

Pissing in the
waiting

Or shooting in the door

I have a blind date

Maybe
fucking in the park

Without a rubber on

We are not alone

When
I was young a song,

Had no fuckin' meaning, meaning

Now we a
feinding for the new news, new news

Like all of these activates part of
you that don't mo, move

You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a
clue

Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2



Hook (x2)

We can do it too

Funkanella, funkanella



[Killer Mike]

A knot to remove your crew of those iceburg sweaters

Boy I've nevr seen
soft punch a fella

I remain in

The company of insane men

I be
the reason niggas in the jeep tuck they chains in

Keep it swingin'

Why you trippin'

Hey we brothers

I'm like why you sniffin'

I got a snort headed motherfuckers!!

Niggas up to addict

But all
you high yella heffa, got you up her panties

Believe which niggas make it
like D'angelo

Crying and close to dying on they grandma's flo'

If
you tell us where the dope at then I promise we go

Stop crying, stop
praying where the yeh at ho'

Don't you dare scream Jesus I can snuff your
mouth

Money, dope, you let these D boys move out your house

We ran
open, red hook, we can't use that to cook

Mykill from Averfeild with a
murderous look

Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella

I
urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella



*Break {Speaking}*



Ayo rob that fellow man

And give me his god damn jewelry nigga

Hell yeah nigga

Strip down, strip buck naked for a nigga

Get that
for it nigga

Strip nigga

Yeah

Black on pop nigga

{gunshots}

Man fuck that nigga



Who can rip like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and
Roc-A-fella

I got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the hatas and
the hellas

Like I fooled them into thinking

That life will all get
better



[Slimm Calhoun]

Now Slimm ain't havin' it

DF
advocate

Bustin' with Kast and Clue

Now Calhoun with a 'matic
means

Shake and get tragic

Ma brother

So what you gon' do

It's the deal pushing flash pan

The big deal change

I'm working up


Two in the back

Tocked out in the main

Keep this thing
blowin' for the hellas nad the hatas

Just get off the caper for the case
and the gator

Now I stacked up and sacked up in the back to the block

With eight bars to the heart

To asert it I chop

Keep on working 24
in the glock

Made the deep game, aquamini and Roc



Who can rip
like this

Punchaneller, Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck
the hatas and the hellas

Like you know it's on tonight

Cause
everything got kinda reder

Who can rip like this

Punchaneller,
Punchaneller

I guess It's DJ Clue

Aquamini and Roc-A-fella

I
got the blue box and the feathers

Fuck the hatas and the hellas

Like I fooled them into thinking

That life will all get better



Hook [To Fade]



DJ Clue y'all

Hard knock life
backstage

C'mon