Killin' Bitches For Fun - DJ TAKUMANE, No Sauce & Robbgikma

I got to go, got to leave Something's missing, that I need I need to find Whatever it is that's burdening in my mind I know mother will understand, yeah I know she knows that I'm still the same man They say bring up a child in the way he shall go And he shall not depart And I know when they said it, it turns my heart, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey Guy, guy, guy, guy Guy, guy, guy, guy Guy, guy, guy, guy Don't worry Don't worry 'bout me I'm just funkin' around for fun When you see my mother Tell her don't worry 'bout me I'm just funkin' around for fun Oh, nothing could compare To mother, nah, nah, nah Because I know she cared, yeah I got to find my own way around Hey, hey, I got to get down, yeah Guy, guy, guy, guy Guy, guy, guy, guy Guy, guy, guy, guy Don't worry Don't worry 'bout me I'm just funkin' around for fun Don't worry 'bout me I'm just funkin' around for fun When you see my mother Hey, if you have a chance to see my father, my brother Just tell 'em, that everything's alright Hey, anytime You find people assemble in the same place Funkin' around, everything's alright Hey, hey I don't think you heard me, say what If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun Let's funk around Hey, funk me, baby Let's funk around If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm all right Just funkin' around for fun Having a good time I'm funking around for fun I'm having a good, good, good, good time, yeah Playing my guitar Funking around for fun Giving up the P.Funk Ahh, the bomb If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun If you see my mother Tell her I'm alright Just funkin' around for fun

Oh show me the real you I want the light behind those beautiful eyes to breakthrough I wanna see those diamonds shinin' like the stars do, yeah Oh maybe you should show'em what they could do If they shine like you Yeah we got the time tonight Yeah we got the stars aligned We can read every constellation sign I could take you to those galaxies in the dark tonight, yeah We could see just what they look like from the other side And you'll know, you'll know, you'll know that... I ain't in this just for fun Maybe I really wanna fall in love Maybe I really wanna fall for ya, yeah Havin' some fun just isn't enough I ain't in this just for fun Maybe I really wanna fall in love Maybe I really wanna fall for ya, yeah Havin' some fun just isn't enough Just for fun Isn't enough Just for fun Oh show me the real you, yeah Let the light behind those beautiful eyes just breakthrough, yeah We can put this whole wide world up in our rearview, yeah Baby you better believe its true, true, true, yeah Imma be spendin' my time with you Imma be doin' everything you do We gon' be lookin' at a perfect view, view, view, yeah Oh, baby we can own the night Spinnin' like a satellite Sailin' right across the sky Touchin' in the pale moonlight, yeah I ain't in this just for fun Maybe I really wanna fall in love Maybe I really wanna fall for ya, yeah Havin' some fun just isn't enough I ain't in this just for fun Maybe I really wanna fall in love Maybe I really wanna fall for ya, yeah Havin' some fun just isn't enough Oh imma make you feel right Baby in the moonlight We can do it all night, yeah We got, we got time Doin' everything we like Doin' everything we like Havin' some fun just isn't enough

Yeah! Don't stop (once again, once again) West Coast after shop (c'mon) West Coast Now all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air For all my bitches and my niggas (we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck) Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? Do or die (yo) So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est 21-year-old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, because I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air Now on a one, two, three who could it be Coming with a grip of gangsta shit for '93 So '94's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around 'Cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin' off, gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dicked? Before they say, okay, Daz that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre But I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air