Trunk O' Funk - AMG

Yeah, yeah

Can you feel it, baby?

Smoothed out

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Call me the new hoe on the block

Some do like me, some do not

I get paid to lay all kinds of ways

Smoothed out fade with knack for hoe rap

And some said flowin' to me, was not you

Nigga hoes just went deep for ‘92

AMG almost gold for ‘91

And when I kidnap rap shows, I pack gun

Yes, me, sea to sea, coast to coast

William Mo' takes care of my dough

I roll Benzos, truck for the snow

Sippin' something cool like a Bacardi Breezer

And then jim gets greeted by a skeezer…

But anyway, when I grab M-I-C

Oh, I guess not, no, in or out

Fast, not slow, and smooth not rugged, so

I’m kinda like sex

MC’s receive broke necks when I mic check

And peace to the DJ’s

I ran rhyme marathons for three days

Kinda like tongue relays for the Lick ‘Em Low Lovers

Word to the D, brothers

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Now, can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Now tell me can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Since our last meeting, I’ve been eating

Bombudd cookies, made by Cookie

You see, my mind got escalated by something I love or hate it

But then… I just did it again

304 supplies the tool

Moe Doe will check in hand, he’s the band

Beats by the ounce, dozen, and pound, rhyme for rhyme

Verb for verb, noun for noun

I’m like down for a big fat butt

Pretty lips and hips, and a fat sack of

What is that, Dr. Lovejoint smokes herb?

(Mary Jane)

Uh, have you kicked to the curb

So lay back and hit it ‘til ya cain’t

And if you got a bitch wit' ya, fuck her ‘til she faint

‘Cause your dick ain’t got a brain, punk

So when you’re finished fuckin', throw her in the trunk

I’m outta here

(Trunk o' funk)

Now tell me, now can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Yo, can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Yo, can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Tell me, can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Come on, can you feel it?

(Trunk o' funk)

Shouts out going to the nigga hoes, Moe Doe, Chubb Rock

My man LaQuan, my man Sylk Smoov, the 69 King

Father MC, the Funky Socialistics, Too $hort

My man Mark Money, my man Hakeem

Greedy Greg, DJ Quik, EPMD, Boss, Big P

My niggas on the 1−1-4 level, yo

Cool and Mellow Productions, Tracy’s on the board

Making money, oh Lord

Ha ha, I’m outta here