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Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about bitch

Me Im a victim of a young girls suck
Feeling the emotions through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god damned dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, thats what I have to confess

Ah, thats me ya what you see ya
Telling bout my stomach and my feels ya
Ah thats me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, telling bout me ya

This is a thing that everybody knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I mustnt worry about
Easy to find, huh, hard to lose
So me myself and I, we got no chance to choose

I cant tell ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem that I hate ya
I cant tell ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to surpress ya

Chorus:
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts

In addition to the point I was talking about

You must remember my name and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things that Ive got to tell
My name is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G

Hit the bass in the face seven days of the week ya
Hanging round my posse thats what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, thats what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, thats what I pray for - pray for

Music has a use for my personality
Cause if Id loose it I wouldnt stand it if you know what mean
My heart is hundred percent music thats what I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to fight it with my music as hatred
I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to combine it with my music as hatred

Chorus

What about my girl, man?
What about my music, man?
Ina bona lita
I cant stand that shit...