Funky Shit
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โฑ๏ธ 3:39 duration
๐ ID: 4102103
๐ Lyrics
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like newer beat with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up look at the atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out
"Cheerio
Look at that shit, hit the drum back like elastic
And let it go like a mac?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooh got to have it
(Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
Want a better beat ah well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
And I'm a Beastie Boy
Airwalks and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just,
"So what? Fuck you dude
Well fuck you too
To the crack with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I'll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator operate
While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out them look at them jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
But you could butt talk, if a? fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bitch
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like newer beat with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up look at the atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out
"Cheerio
Look at that shit, hit the drum back like elastic
And let it go like a mac?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooh got to have it
(Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
Want a better beat ah well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
And I'm a Beastie Boy
Airwalks and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just,
"So what? Fuck you dude
Well fuck you too
To the crack with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I'll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator operate
While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out them look at them jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
But you could butt talk, if a? fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bitch
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.78] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:01.64] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:02.59] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:04.33] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:06.18] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:07.01] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:08.86] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:09.75] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:12.56] Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
[00:13.42] 808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
[00:15.25] Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
[00:17.03] Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
[00:18.82] Kind of like newer beat with Travis
[00:19.74] Eat it up, beat it up look at the atlas
[00:21.50] Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
[00:23.30] In Alabama, then I holler out
[00:24.21] "Cheerio
[00:25.12] Look at that shit, hit the drum back like elastic
[00:27.03] And let it go like a mac?
[00:27.99] S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
[00:29.78] Got beans in the mattress, magic
[00:32.47] Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
[00:33.35] Ooh got to have it
[00:34.20] (Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
[00:36.03] On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
[00:37.84] (Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
[00:39.76] Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
[00:41.59] Geeked up on 7 Up
[00:42.48] Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
[00:44.20] Want a better beat ah well, that'd be the day
[00:46.09] Put you up shit creek
[00:46.96] Paddle be away, hat to the side
[00:48.74] Holler at you homie
[00:49.69] What's the matter with you babe?
[00:50.59] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[00:53.23] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[00:55.90] American classic, trashy tunes
[00:59.56] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[01:02.29] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:05.97] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:08.69] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:11.34] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[01:14.90] And I'm a Beastie Boy
[01:16.71] Airwalks and a bowl cut
[01:17.69] Skater when a skater wasn't cool
[01:19.41] When it was just,
[01:20.32] "So what? Fuck you dude
[01:21.20] Well fuck you too
[01:22.13] To the crack with a backpack
[01:23.95] I'll bust your fruit
[01:24.80] I'm all about constructing my paper
[01:26.62] Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
[01:27.52] Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
[01:29.45] Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
[01:31.22] I got a lock on my profit
[01:32.16] No exits, no keys tomorrow
[01:33.90] But I got steeze to borrow
[01:35.79] Some Famous kicks to match
[01:37.55] If I got a big sign, I'll rap
[01:38.48] As long as TV got sticks to crack
[01:41.29] So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
[01:43.05] Watch
[01:43.94] Acapella like an elevator operate
[01:44.84] While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
[01:46.64] Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
[01:50.24] You would've thought, it was written
[01:52.98] But it's not
[01:53.84] Rag hanging out them look at them jeans
[01:54.71] Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
[01:56.57] And momma don't you worry about a single thing
[01:59.32] Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
[02:02.92] And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
[02:05.64] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[02:09.26] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[02:12.07] American classic, trashy tunes
[02:15.70] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[02:18.38] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:21.93] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:24.62] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:27.38] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[02:30.18] Yeah, why stop now?
[02:31.90] Put 'em in the trunk
[02:33.70] Let 'em feel the sound
[02:34.66] That they don't pop it
[02:35.53] Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
[02:36.46] 808 weighs a ton, so drop it
[02:37.32] Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
[02:39.16] Going all out, no private seat
[02:40.05] I don't walk if I can ride the beat
[02:41.88] But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
[02:43.67] Of course you would, catapult syllables
[02:44.56] Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
[02:47.37] Magical, sorcerer goods
[02:48.26] Steal from the rich put more in the hood
[02:50.02] Natural, born with a wood
[02:51.81] Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
[02:52.75] But you could butt talk, if a? fall
[02:54.54] Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
[02:56.48] Chug till I can't chug at all
[02:58.25] Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
[02:59.19] In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
[03:00.92] But I read my script with a southern drawl
[03:02.78] I run home when mother calls
[03:04.53] Cause mother's got a switch
[03:06.38] Yeah, she's a wolf too
[03:07.25] That makes me a son of a bitch
[03:09.03] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[03:11.77] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[03:15.47] American classic, trashy tunes
[03:18.15] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[03:21.76] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:24.46] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:28.15] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:30.86] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[03:34.42]
[00:01.64] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:02.59] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:04.33] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:06.18] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:07.01] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:08.86] Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
[00:09.75] S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[00:12.56] Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
[00:13.42] 808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
[00:15.25] Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
[00:17.03] Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
[00:18.82] Kind of like newer beat with Travis
[00:19.74] Eat it up, beat it up look at the atlas
[00:21.50] Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
[00:23.30] In Alabama, then I holler out
[00:24.21] "Cheerio
[00:25.12] Look at that shit, hit the drum back like elastic
[00:27.03] And let it go like a mac?
[00:27.99] S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
[00:29.78] Got beans in the mattress, magic
[00:32.47] Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
[00:33.35] Ooh got to have it
[00:34.20] (Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
[00:36.03] On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
[00:37.84] (Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
[00:39.76] Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
[00:41.59] Geeked up on 7 Up
[00:42.48] Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
[00:44.20] Want a better beat ah well, that'd be the day
[00:46.09] Put you up shit creek
[00:46.96] Paddle be away, hat to the side
[00:48.74] Holler at you homie
[00:49.69] What's the matter with you babe?
[00:50.59] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[00:53.23] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[00:55.90] American classic, trashy tunes
[00:59.56] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[01:02.29] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:05.97] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:08.69] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[01:11.34] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[01:14.90] And I'm a Beastie Boy
[01:16.71] Airwalks and a bowl cut
[01:17.69] Skater when a skater wasn't cool
[01:19.41] When it was just,
[01:20.32] "So what? Fuck you dude
[01:21.20] Well fuck you too
[01:22.13] To the crack with a backpack
[01:23.95] I'll bust your fruit
[01:24.80] I'm all about constructing my paper
[01:26.62] Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
[01:27.52] Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
[01:29.45] Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
[01:31.22] I got a lock on my profit
[01:32.16] No exits, no keys tomorrow
[01:33.90] But I got steeze to borrow
[01:35.79] Some Famous kicks to match
[01:37.55] If I got a big sign, I'll rap
[01:38.48] As long as TV got sticks to crack
[01:41.29] So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
[01:43.05] Watch
[01:43.94] Acapella like an elevator operate
[01:44.84] While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
[01:46.64] Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
[01:50.24] You would've thought, it was written
[01:52.98] But it's not
[01:53.84] Rag hanging out them look at them jeans
[01:54.71] Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
[01:56.57] And momma don't you worry about a single thing
[01:59.32] Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
[02:02.92] And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
[02:05.64] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[02:09.26] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[02:12.07] American classic, trashy tunes
[02:15.70] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[02:18.38] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:21.93] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:24.62] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[02:27.38] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[02:30.18] Yeah, why stop now?
[02:31.90] Put 'em in the trunk
[02:33.70] Let 'em feel the sound
[02:34.66] That they don't pop it
[02:35.53] Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
[02:36.46] 808 weighs a ton, so drop it
[02:37.32] Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
[02:39.16] Going all out, no private seat
[02:40.05] I don't walk if I can ride the beat
[02:41.88] But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
[02:43.67] Of course you would, catapult syllables
[02:44.56] Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
[02:47.37] Magical, sorcerer goods
[02:48.26] Steal from the rich put more in the hood
[02:50.02] Natural, born with a wood
[02:51.81] Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
[02:52.75] But you could butt talk, if a? fall
[02:54.54] Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
[02:56.48] Chug till I can't chug at all
[02:58.25] Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
[02:59.19] In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
[03:00.92] But I read my script with a southern drawl
[03:02.78] I run home when mother calls
[03:04.53] Cause mother's got a switch
[03:06.38] Yeah, she's a wolf too
[03:07.25] That makes me a son of a bitch
[03:09.03] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
[03:11.77] Trunk gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
[03:15.47] American classic, trashy tunes
[03:18.15] L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
[03:21.76] They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:24.46] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:28.15] (Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
[03:30.86] Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[03:34.42]