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Funky Jibaro lyrics
Just stretching and yawning, picked up my belongings
Then called my crew, see what we all can do
Let's go to the mall, the one with the waterfall
And take your father's car, although it ain't that far
They got a whole bizarre of fly girls up the par
Yeah, sounds like a plan, I need a new Walkman
We pass the popcorn stand and see what we can land
In the land no less, I spot a cutie with guess
And I had on sweats, she looks unimpressed
I said damn, you fine but nothing 'bout her behind
I said do you have the time to sit back and chitchat
She said no, you look like a hobo
And with that camouflage shit looking like G I Joe
I said I'm not that broke and I can buy you a coke
She said this must be a joke
I swear it hurt till she soaked
And shook me off like a moth
I said what's the deal with the clothing
As long as it's cloth?
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Okay, she too stuck up, I didn't catch, so what?
My partners busting their guts, getting me straight stuck
On anger, let her go, why sweat her so?
Oh, fuck you guys, let's fuck with some fries
At quick stop where the chicks pop, up
Let's pop at them, nigga, like a magnum
Next destination, stop at the gas station
My heart started racing, saw this cutie who way thin
I stalk like Jason with no authorization
I looked her in her face and asked how her day went
And her digits, she said what is this
It's none of your business, I'm shorter than a midget, I fidget
Shit, she asked, why are you nervous
I said your curves just, amaze the glaze my eyes ova
I told ya, she said are you sober, venomous like a cobra
Don't you know that I'm older, than you and your crew
You do what little boys do, you couldn't deal with this
Then she sealed it with a kiss, yeah
I felt dissed, and my crew is steady laughing
When I turn around they act like nothing had happened
Burn Del, Burn Del
(There, that fool got clowned again, man)
Shot, shot down
(Oh, here he come, here he come, hey, we out Del)
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Hieroglyphics, y'all ya don't stop
We got ghost, got fries, got us some girls too
The ones with the curl doo that smell like shampoo
What's up precious? I likes ya necklace
We doing a show tonight, ya might wanna check us
She said you're Del, I said I know
The one on vinyl and then she hit a high note
Y'all is Hiero and where's Pep Lover
I said he on the other, side of town
But her partner had a frown
2 out a 3's cool, it ain't bad, she must not know how to add
She tripping and things and each finger got rings
We 'bout to bounce like springs
But she like where my chicken wings?
Cutie, like can you sign? This one time
So you can be on my mind to remind
I said fine, tripping partner like who he?
He ain't no one, I know her from Logan
Was now her slogan
They was jocking, she was cock blocking
They said they gotto take the keeper home block rocking
She said so, niggas with egos, what you coming out ya face for
I'm a let you know, hoe
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow, you roll a little, damn, you crazy
Just stretching and yawning, picked up my belongings
Then called my crew, see what we all can do
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