Fonky Situation song by Mac Dre from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is G-Funk, Hip-Hop, West Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Fonky Situation Meaning
| [[Intro: Miami the Most] Yeah, this Miami, one more gin Looie Crew related And uh, I’ma tell y’all what real funk is When you kill a motherfucker Keep the body for about three or four days, then smell it Then you handled your business Mac Dre, introduce these niggas to some funk, man [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Chillin’ at a house party, me and my 40 Chokin’ off dank rolled up in a pierogi Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that I’m peepin’ the scene seeing who I’m a mac at This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity Said, “How you doin’, baby, can I spit at you? Saucy young tender, can I get at you?” She musta recognized the potent pimpin’ on sight ‘Cause she was jockin’ MD for the rest of the night We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray I said, “Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?” With the party still poppin’ we shook the spot Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot For 25 minutes MD was shovin’ it She was screamin’ my name and I could tell she was lovin’ it Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted In this no good bitch that some nigga trusted Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick Went back in the party feelin’ pimperistic I couldn’t help but notice that this nigga was starin’ I thought he was trippin’ off the clothes I was wearin’ But, he stepped to MD and said, “What’s up, punk? You been fuckin’ my bitch and now I want some funk” I said, “I’m not with the drama so you can save the theatrical I macked on your bitch ’cause she appeared to be mackable” But instead of this nigga being real on a playa He took a step back and tried to steal on a playa I said, “Look fool, nobody smashes Dre I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay” With one blow, I sent the punk to the flo’ And said, “Get your ass up if you want some more” These niggas ran up, they musta been his crew Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do? Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8 So I can get these motherfuckers from up out of my face Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac And burned long rubber on them suckers I gatted at No hesitation, puttin’ down a demonstration I gets dirty in a fonky situation , [Interlude: Miami the Most] Oh, you niggas ain’t the fuck learned about the situation being stinky You must be just real retarded as your mother is Well, look here, man, a motherfucker done told you what to do from the gate And if you ain’t did it, you ain’t havin’ no funk, trick Dre, tell them one more time ‘fore I kick ’em in they behind [Verse 2: Mac Dre] I got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga Rollin’ in a glasshouse feelin’ like that nigga Suckas started static last night now I’m searchin’ Finna put some work in, ‘gnac got me perkin’ Seen a sucka posted with his bitch at the liquor store Put in the clip and go, didn’t mean to hit the ho Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin’ fast Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas Punch it to the hood, switchin’ up now I’m back Rollin’ in the ‘Lac, still sippin ‘gnac Rollers to their right get behind me, I don’t trip They lookin’ for a nigga in a Chev, I don’t slip High speed chase if they want to harass me Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me Had me kinda noid but no longer am I spooked And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked Creep to the spot where my homeboys romp Niggas on the dice gettin’ paid shootin’ twamps 30 minutes later pockets fat now I’m cool Steppin’ out the house, niggas scream “Get that fool” Suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel Three bald heads and this nigga with a curl Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest Fools smash off screamin’, “Trick, fuck the Crest” Waitin’ for the motherfuckin’ ambulance Thinkin’ to myself: I don’t stand a chance Dizzy and my breathing is impossible Next thing I know I’m at the hospital Wakin’ up hurt, fresh out the trauma Lookin’ at my bitch, and my baby’s mama They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it My baby’s mama said, “Damn Dre, you barely made it” Straight tore back, sore than a motherfucker Thinkin’ to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucker Chillin’, illin’, back on the street Strapped with my gat layin’ in the back seat Got a white boy drivin’ lookin’ like a nerd Rollin’ in a fucked up Thunderbird Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and Mad than a motherfucka, finna do some blastin’ We hit this dope track like we lookin’ for some rocks And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin’ Suckers start droppin’, and I stop cappin’ And hop back in, just like nothin’ happened No hesitation when I’m puttin’ down a demonstration I gets dirty in a fonky situation , [Outro: Miami the Most] See, that’s how it go down when you niggas creepin’ on the other side of town And just ’cause your hutch got loose And Mac Dre put down the goose And I rode it caboose Don’t let coolies make no more money off you niggas, man] |
