AMG — Trunk O Funk

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Can you feel it, baby? Smoothed out [Chorus] 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) [Verse 1] 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 C-O-O-L A-S I-C-E 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] (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) [Outro] 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