"Air Fried Funk" lyrics
They smoked and inhaled until they could smoke no more
Dev—, Dev—, Devin
Higher than the Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin
And yes, I got some weed on me if you're second guessing
I don't promote violence but I do possess weapons for protection
Never stressin', just left a rap session
Now I'm jettin' 'cross Texas for a ten-pound blessing
But the traffic is thick — is this as fast as it gets?
Kinda in a hurry 'cause my girlie's asking for dick, huh
What a job, bangin' beats by Brother Rob
Tight loops, alley oop, 'bout to dunk another lob
Over thirty years, still pressin' up records
Air fried funk only take us just a second, huh
Mmm
Yeah
If if was a fifth, we'd all be drunkards
If your auntie got a dick then that's your uncle
Blowin' skunk back in the day but I no longer smoke danky (yankee)-
Legalize it like Peter Tosh and I'll promote heavy
Roll a sweet in fifty seconds — see, I'm finished, look
You roll one faster, you has to be in the Guinness Book
I twist my own, you can't trust some Negroes
Don't know what's in it, you gotta re-roll your pre-rolls
Gave you a couple of Deebos, now you're knocked the fuck out
They took your wallet, keys and watch, then they got the fuck out
I hope that never happen to you while you out and about
But, that's what you get, nigga, if that's what you got
Mmm
Yeah
All these soulful voices with commercial sound bytes
Don't even associate themselves with people they sound like
For goodness sake, don't know who's fake, don't know who's real
No real reason why the dude in your crew got killed
So y'all ran up in the studio, bust shots in the booth
But it was the wrong session, opps turned into oops
Now the Task Force ask for your gang and your crew
But they all got together, them niggas blamed it on you
That's why I stay out the way and I come out to play
When I'm done with my work and I finish my plate
And we're still eating, feel quite pleasant
Serving air fried funk only take us just a second
Mmm
Yeah
Air fried funk only take us just a second, huh
Mmm
Yeah
Dev—, Dev—, Devin
Higher than the Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin
And yes, I got some weed on me if you're second guessing
I don't promote violence but I do possess weapons for protection
Never stressin', just left a rap session
Now I'm jettin' 'cross Texas for a ten-pound blessing
But the traffic is thick — is this as fast as it gets?
Kinda in a hurry 'cause my girlie's asking for dick, huh
What a job, bangin' beats by Brother Rob
Tight loops, alley oop, 'bout to dunk another lob
Over thirty years, still pressin' up records
Air fried funk only take us just a second, huh
Mmm
Yeah
If if was a fifth, we'd all be drunkards
If your auntie got a dick then that's your uncle
Blowin' skunk back in the day but I no longer smoke danky (yankee)-
Legalize it like Peter Tosh and I'll promote heavy
Roll a sweet in fifty seconds — see, I'm finished, look
You roll one faster, you has to be in the Guinness Book
I twist my own, you can't trust some Negroes
Don't know what's in it, you gotta re-roll your pre-rolls
Gave you a couple of Deebos, now you're knocked the fuck out
They took your wallet, keys and watch, then they got the fuck out
I hope that never happen to you while you out and about
But, that's what you get, nigga, if that's what you got
Mmm
Yeah
All these soulful voices with commercial sound bytes
Don't even associate themselves with people they sound like
For goodness sake, don't know who's fake, don't know who's real
No real reason why the dude in your crew got killed
So y'all ran up in the studio, bust shots in the booth
But it was the wrong session, opps turned into oops
Now the Task Force ask for your gang and your crew
But they all got together, them niggas blamed it on you
That's why I stay out the way and I come out to play
When I'm done with my work and I finish my plate
And we're still eating, feel quite pleasant
Serving air fried funk only take us just a second
Mmm
Yeah
Air fried funk only take us just a second, huh
Mmm
Yeah
