Letras
Yeah
(Can I help you?)
Yeah, how you doin'? Who's in charge over there?
(What can I do for you, sir?)
Listen, you're the piano tuning guy, right?
(Yeah)
I need you to do me a favor
Listen to the ballad of 40 Thevz number one
As I grab the microphone like a dagger does a gun
But I don't be jackin' fools for dey automobiles
I gained management, publishing, a record deal
I feel I been rappin' on the mic for so long
But still ain't nothin' goin' on but a funky song
Long as it's strong I remain
40 Thevz in the house, Billy Boy and the Gang
I put up wit this an' I put up wit that
I got more tricks than Felix the Cat's bag
Bags of all colors couldn't upset my tempo
A dark skinned bro is fulfilled like my circle
I'm a cheetah, you're a turtle over the top
My hurdle win dis rap race or should I say rat race
And since I be the rat I'm in first place
Ya better play catch up
I'm servin' fools with the huh hiccups
Throw ya hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Throw ya hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
I got some funk in my pocket for the true hip hoppers
I gets my props
When I bust these rhymes on top of funky tracks
Puffin' on the crack, I'll have none of that
Down with the Thevz, I believe could be my runnin' pack
I'll steal your shoes while you're walkin' in 'em
I got the bomb that'll have you coughin' if you hit 'em
We couldn't get 'em up wit me if I was wearin' skates
I read bustas like books and see through 'em like lace
Now I gotta put it down like a real G only
If you ain't wit the program then hear from the voter
I'm down around the end like my name was Lawrence Taylor
I'm down with a rat that used to be a sailor
To funk or not to funk, that is the question
These fools better watch where they steppin'
'Cause my act is like a secret weapon loaded and cocked