Funny Style Part One lyrics

Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don`t, I do

Ah roomie zoom zim, I`m all to be wet
to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
Sometimes you`d be my number fives sometimes you`d be my twenty-two
but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea`s true
I can`t wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there`s no due
I got my chariot, rollin, now I`m mic controllin
Got some spunk in my funk, I can`t wait to put some soul in
We`re rollin all strikes, we`re havin little tykes
One is little Mike the other`s Ike I`m sure that you would like
to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
When they`re born, I`ve sworn, to bring em up right
you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I`ll feed em
They`ll be healthy like a health nut I`m sure you shake your butt
(Kick the verse preacher) and I won`t disperse
Here`s my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

Well it`s done she tagged me, duck duck goose
I`m batter up I can`t sleep the fly brotha must produce
the power pack and I`m stacked like a forty-five Mag
Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there`s a sag
Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
with the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front me never too cool how-ever
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
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