Loud Hangover - Akinyele And Sadat X Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex] 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk 

Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH! 

(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy 

(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! 

Mix tape flavor! 

(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

(Akinyele) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! 

(Sadat X) I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy 

Ask some kids around your neighborhood block 

I be seen... 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk 

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! 

(Akinyele) Money is the swee... 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk 

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! 

(Akinyele) Money is the swee... 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk 

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! 

(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy 

(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! 

Mix tape flavor! 

(Sadat X) I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover! 

(Akinyele) I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! 

(Sadat X) 

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style 

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style 

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style 

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy 

Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block 

Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots 

Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds] 

Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud 

Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line 

Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine 

(Akinyele) 

I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism 

Yes insane like Sadaam on the television 

flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him 

You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison 

Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins 

Rappers be rappin rough talkin 

But I be clappin guns that be blockin 

To make they ass step like a WalkMan 

You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent 

Cause ever since the days of British Walkers 

A sole street talker, New Yorker 

Wailing on your ass like like Parker 

Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian 

Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up 

My style as sharp as a MACHETE 

Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI 

Your crew better jump back in the oven 

cause them niggaz ain't READY 

to deal with crooks 

Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook 

Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks 

(Sadat X) If there's a cure for being rich 

(Akinyele) I don't want it, I don't want it 

(Akinyele) Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke 

(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it 

(Sadat X) 

Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love 

Better saddle up this year with two gloves 

Home, home to me's the range 

Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed 

Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy 

cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well 

Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large 

in the Nubian name, I been in the game 

And remain with the fame, and remained the same 

Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month 

He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga 

If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back 

up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see 

kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst 

But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey 

been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars 

Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from 

the Colonel's steamy chicken box 

Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1 

Big shout to the Flip Squad 

(Akinyele) So if there's a cure for being rich 

(Sadat X) I don't want it, I don't want it 

(Akinyele) Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke 

(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it 

(Akineyle) 

Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick 

Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick 

There's no question I'll, damage a professional 

Cause I'm a big child, in this profession 

Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection 

Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half 

Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass 

I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate 

Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes 

To play it safe, you punks better wear capes 

You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape 

hangin your ass out the window like drapes 

You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop 

It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock 

I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go 

Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat 

X marks the spot when it's time to get hot 

(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk 

(Akinyele) I said I don't wanna get over! 

Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy! 

(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

Big shout to my man Akinyele 

(Sadat X) Hey I don't wanna get over! 

Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild 

(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

you know how I do! 

(Sadat X) Hey I don't wanna get over! 

Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects 

(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover! 

Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo! 

(Sadat X and Akinyele) I said money is the sweetest hangover! 

[Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends]