Lyrical Breakdown of Funkdafied - Single Version - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Funkdafied - Single Version" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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Baptized in the funk

Yeah, so funkdafied

So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat, on that ass

So, so, so funkdafied

Open up, open up

And let the funk flow in

From this nigga name J and his new found friend

I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep

For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T

Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left

It's the ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so Def

Nigga that's my click, nigga that's who I rolls with

And we kicks nothing but the fat shit

Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic

With the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk with

(Why?)

Because we so funkdafied

(Why?)

We make you move from side to side

Well, it's da G-H da E-T-T-O, nigga

Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby

So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'

And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson

'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me

And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me

It's like that and as a matter of fact

When it comes the Brat tat-tat-tat

I got the shit to make your neck snap back

Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent

Tear the roof off this mutha like Parliament

I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, dammit

Brat, you're the funk bandit and they can't handle it

I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar

Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama

Straight to the head like a chronic sack

I pass the mic to the Brat

And yo I passed it back

Well, a sistas and fellas

It's time to get your groove on

I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move, homes

Breaking these fools off proper like

It's S-O S-O D-E-F dynamite

Humunah, humunah, comin' up at cha like Ralph K

And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay

And the way we comin' at cha

Baby we can't miss

There's a new Tag Team in town

Nigga, whoomp, there it is

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkadfied

So, so, so funkdafied