Craig Mack - Funk Wit Da Style LYRICS

[Craig Mack]

Aww shit, here come the man again

You know if you can't with the style that's goin on right now

then you need to be sittin down



If MC's can't get with the style that's goin on

then you need to sit down



Do your thing Mack, do it to 'em nigga!Ahh whassup?

What you don't know, what you don't know, kick 'em in the grill



"But anyway, I'd like to take this.. anyway, I'd

Anyway, I'd like to this time out to bother you"



Oh no no no no

No I don't think you can get liver than me G

So sit back, relax, Mack's about to attack

And turn your flav into Similac cause it's like that

I kick funk out the frame, make it insane

With all local stops set to crumble like a (?) train

My thickest format, my format's thicker all that

No comp for combat with bwoy like Supercat

Show you where my head's at I crack you with a bat

Where the funk?Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?)

Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can't sit

Now ain't that some shh.. I rip it

I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur

Live from Creedmore under the floor

It's like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?)

Check the (?) MC and his project

All you brothers need to know doe

There's no more best MC cause that is now me

See, G, I am king MC

Once said from me can't another brother disagree

Got the funk bleedin all out your trunk

And there's all there is to it (that's all there is)



[Chorus: repeat 4X]

If you can't funk with the style that's goin on

then you need to be sittin down



[Craig Mack]

You must got no brains in ya head

I kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I got

Trust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-pee

I got what you can't see, somethin like a leprosy

I slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. this

When it's time for me to stun 'em

MC's I warned them..

I'll put 'em on the moon without funk to listen to

Then again, my vibration

may give the sensation they're on vacation

Y'all brothers need a (?)

Real rugged alligator MC hater from the fader

You little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjack

Sit back and watch how the earth crack

You funk around, you lay around, that's how it goes

And I suppose MC's still wanna try me

King of the mountain is a hard rock

Do you understand, smile and I'll take you out like the mob

Check it black, after the Mack there's no recoup

Not even soup, get out shake the hula hoop

Comin out the ground..

Gettin down..



[Chorus]



[Craig Mack]

Sometimes alone I be writin

Must be frightenin, to hear I'm on the air

but I don't care, (?) 'til I'll see you sick(?)

Son, grandson, no tellin when I'm done (no tellin baby)

I'm about do you and you on some new

Who has a date and thank you for waitin

There my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brain

then you learned from rap that rap's a mistake

You won't get a break

Big as a cake for me to make, and you bake

So, banzaii, here comes the flyest guy

that you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup)

I do a behind..

and rewind, I wanna kick some more shit

Down your faucet, I pours it

Mighta lost it, but then I retrieve it

Believe it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a while

Peace from the king

Peace from the king G, here it go

One time for your motherfunkin mind



[Chorus]



Sittin down, bwoy



"Anyway I'd like to take this time out.."

"No more music by the suckers"