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Bonafied Funk Lyrics - Artist : Brand New Heavies, The
Main Source forever, crews gotta get more clever
Whatever, just have your shit together 'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing 'Cause for centuries, we'll make crews sing No matter what record label, we stay stable Pick up the album, we're never on cable Crews cross over, but not Main Source I use Simon's guitar strings to floss Brand New Heavies Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70's Chevys So we don't have to loop up a beat to fuck your group up Just bring the band, by the way, we got Jan on the drums Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs And Simon, like I mentioned before, just strums The guitar strings for all my siblings Just follow when everyone sings Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!) And Main Source (Main Source!) ... Ayo, wait a minute We got The Heavies in the crib puttin' the funk back in it And if you know the Main Source, you know my man K-Cut And him and Simon is gonna show you what's up I can't forget the other man on the scratches Sir Scratches, like his hands are two hatchets While Andrew plucks on the bass I'm gonna let my man Sir Scratch drop taste Ayo, now everybody sing Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!) And Main Source (Main Source!) ... Just an example of how rappers don't have to sample To keep the funk beat on the street So slide to the side when the Source and The Heavies collide 'Cause it's Bonafied Funk for ya hide To wiggle, makin' beatheads uncivil Turntables swivel as the rap crews shrivel Away, like a fiend with tooth decay Peace is not the word to play, hey Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!) And Main Source (Main Source!) ... One time, it's the... (Ahh... yeah...) (Come on, come on, come on ...) One time for your mind, one time for your mind The Large Professor in the house Main Source forever, y'all, be cool |
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