Wut Tha Fuk - Cory Mo, Slim Thug, Devin the Dude

We want sweets, blunts, joints and bongs\nAnd the smell of a skunk, but what the funk is going on\nnew mark\n-ass niggas, funkin' up the game\ntechniques\n, they peep our style but they still lame\nrollin'\nmacking\non these hoes when we jam\n'Ju know\nhow we do it when we record tops and\nBass, keys, board, lead\nDrums that explode and make your earlobes bleed\nAnd got freaks coming through and they got funk too\nLies between they thighs, take a sniff… eww\nLet me see what it do, ain’t no sense in funkin' around\nI pull it out, I put it in, and I put it down\nWe want the funk, the whole funk and nothing but\nWell, you might, but I prefer the cunt\nI’ll funk her, I’ll funk you, I’ll funk the whole crew\nAnd we’ll all be funked up before it’s through because\nGotta have some funk, yeah\nGotta have that funk, yeah\nFunky like a toenail, we keep it funky so well\n8-Ball and Devin got your girl at the hotel\nStretched out, smoking up and drinking everybody on\nThe spirit’s in me homie, let’s hook up and do a song\nThat funky shit that niggas lacking, we be coming with it\nBoys wanna do it just because some playas did it\nThey love the way I spit it, bitches love the way I hit it\nGet up and leave 'em, hit the streets because I gotta get it\nAnd rap about it, every minute, every other second\nPimp a flow and get the dough from selling plenty records\nThat funky shit that make them bitches shake that monkey shit\nThem chunky bitches with they pussy smelling like fishes\nRoll your hips and let me put my dick right where your lip is\nDip out the club and we can do it over where my whip is\nUh-huh, that’s the bidness ain’t no faking in us\nNothing but the funk shining like a diamond glitter