Letras
Conjunction junction, what's my function?
I'm hookin' up tracks so that niggas can function
It's not Pete Rock, or that nigga Dr. Dre
It's this mothafuckin' nigga from around the way
The one that brings you styles on time-zy rhyme-zy
That's why it's so hard to find me
Conduction, construction when I bust
Choo-choo, bustas, it's a must when I bust
When I bust, I've gotta come correct
The R to the E to the S-P-X architect
Yup, nigga, no I'm not tweekin'
It's one of the sixteen minds that I'm speakin'
The W-A the double the R the E and to the R
A-B-C-D-E-F to the mothafuckin' G
Ooh shit, as I flex, I wrecks, I checks
So what's next?
Uh, who's next to catch wreck on the menu?
I snap necks when I flex, let me continue
Send you on a mission when I rock
It goes on and on and on and you know it don't stop
Yes I'm back on another route, ready to take 'em all out
Now get get with this 'cause they get faded without a doubt
Check 'em, I wreck 'em like one, two, three, why?
They can't fuck with the rude one Malik
While I drop it, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket
When they get outta line I grip the nine out my pocket
Lock it down, yeah, that's what I do
How could you come solo, nigga, when I run through your whole crew?
I rule, fool, act like ya heard it
The one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered
Them do away or them get dealt with
Kill the noise, I want silence, no bumbaclot bullshit
Nigga, it's all about my grip
So the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped
Kept a chip on my shoulder, not now that I'm older
They all love me, the OBG high roller
'Cause back in the days on the side where I sat
Niggas comin' up missin' if they didn't have their straps
So why try to be like me?
Just when you pull back your sheets at night, think of Mr. Malik
Well if the beat is Funkadelic then the two is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G, so tonight's the night
That we spark
Yeah, we spark in the dark when we do it in the park
Well it's the A to the B
And the C to the D
Eminem is Mr. Malik with the DJ Warren G
Mr. Malik, can you hear me?
Yes, I'm the host with the most
They can't get close or even near me
I said a tic toc, tic into the era
I said a pick which Glock, bitches get shot, it's still terror
Terror, terror, pick which Glock (Which one?)
The black one with the big pinlock
Me and Dre and the 500, so those who want it get dropped
Nigga, go knock knock, I trigger flow non-stop
Fly double eye, never slip, trip, or flip flop
The two is Funkadelic, the crew is right
But if Malik'll make it smelly, then tonight's the night
For me to stay trump tight, down with my nigga Warren G
A sorrow when you borrow but you can't be owin' me
What's next?
I said what's next, what's next, what's N-X-E-T
It's me, Warren to the mothafuckin' G
Flowin' with my little homie named Malik
Yes, everybody will just tweek
Off the new style-ee-lee's that we got
Yes it's me, Warren G on the block
Pump pump, block Glock, let me just tic toc
It's me, Warren G on the mothafuckin' rock
And roll, stroll, then stiff back to the back
It's me with the big black MAC-11 strap
So let me, uh, flex to the flex
Woo, so what's next?
If the beat is Funkadelic then the two is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G, so tonight's the night
That we spark
Yeah, 'cause we spark in the dark when we do it in the park