Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch - The Last Song on Side B Part II: Go On

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[intro : daddy schreechie] Hear me now ! Marky mark and the funky bunch [?] Now everybody gonna step outside as we go on... Sing ! [chorus : the funky bunch] Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! [verse 1 : marky mark] Here's another hung dinger A pale-faced hip hop swinger Bringing back the shit that’ll [?] make a hit, not the weak You can tell the way i speak, i've been a freak for the funk Bringing more wise for your trunk Mad-style, i flex like a biceps Got a concept that'll keep you in step, yep Back up, a lotta track up, with a verse Do the same with your crew, and then i disperse Through that [?], my [?] stays ruff Stopping much tracks from imperial Cheezy rat’s ruff so respect New to my crew but you find yourself sleeping Feeling rather weak when i'm speaking I made the place vibrate, and show you what's Side was wild, but now i got a new style Check the pace as i flow on, yo And just watch me rip the mic as i go on ! [chorus : the funky bunch and daddy schreechie] Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! (watch me...) (watch me...) (watch me break the mic as i go on) [verse 2 : marky mark] I got enough of the masses, cover your ears from the blast I destroy every second, explode from my mic-check Ain't been enough of that lately Too many kids tryin'a rate me, but y'all don’t hate me I keep ’em loud 'cause i got that Gotta show, you put me down, (motherfucker) i’mma rock that I smoke the mic like a [?], but munks don't seem to understand why i live supercool I'm acting so [?] I seem to now walk with a limp, don't simp, buddy shrimp I keep my life lowkey, ’cause munks tend to start to act funny when they start to make money No need for the feedback, my skills i keep that, and tend to keep my pockets fat Check the pace as i flow on, yo, and just Watch me wreck the mic as i go on ! [chorus : the funky bunch and daddy schreechie] Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! (mother... mother...) (mother... motherfucker i'mma rock that thing) (mother... mother...) (mother... motherfucker i'mma rock that thing) [verse 3 : marky mark] Here it is, i get biz A few stiff blows to the chin and i'm out like that Around my way, i don't play, take it, like it Keep your head clean before you act it, lit up, hit up Just like a [?] whippin' When it comes to lyrics straight spittin' and still layin' them in Mark's hittin' I put in enough, no bluff, you get stuffed Well most guys jump to cuff, i stay ruff I'm aiming at you now, got more crew than theirs [?] at the spot, tryin'a make a fat fat knot Styles be kickin' like tracks so i run 'em [?] you know i want 'em, jumps and straight cut 'em I live to drop bombs on your crew Make it stick light-blue, so what you wanna do ? Keep the pace as i flow on, yo, and just Watch me rock the mic as i go on ! [chorus : the funky bunch and daddy schreechie] Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Step on ! i'm gonna let marky go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! I'll let marky go on, yo ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! Go on, go on ! That's why you know marky mark will never stop !
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