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(feat. Mack 10, Ice Cube) [Ice Cube] Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry about your time zone, get your grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay! [Funkmaster Flex] Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this. [Mack 10] Yo, check it, let the games begin It's all to the good, bust out to the NYC from Inglewood We can all get down, have loot, and get licked So fuck the bi-coastal beef and bullshit It's the nigga that you know is gun-ho Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe With ?tips? for the real niggas to make it thorough Much love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs Like E.F. Hutton, they listen when I'm speakin Poor white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans Mack wanna blast when the index itches Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit switches Check the menu, you need it, I got it Everything, hit records to narcotics Its all about the dough, rain, sleet or snow And the first fool to cross me catch the four-four SongtexteThen the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one And whoever don't like it, fuck em and eat a fat one The to homies in the pen, I'll send you a kite Cause its time for the real niggas to unite Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures We showed each other love so now Flex is my nigga I remember the day, if it was good you never fought it No matter where you were from if it was bumpin you bought it From East to West Coast, its all the same Its either run the dope game, or do the rap thang Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight Two heats on my hip, left and right for the fight So with that hoo-bangin life [Funkmaster Flex] Y'knaw mean, cause that's the way we keep it moving, baby. [Ice Cube] Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It don't stop, The Final Chapter. You know how we do it. [Funkmaster Flex] I still ain't havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Drop that, don't miss it. I'm tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin on me. Be-atch! Aight. Aus Songtexte Mania