Coalhouse
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It takes something greasy
Covered in lard groove
Make yo butt cheeks itch
This is fo yo bougie blacks
Who say we dont know how to act
Uncomfortable with the funk coming out the kitchen
When that sweat run down yo back
Put the hump in yo back
Dance sucker!
Let yo booty loose
Yo uncle and auntie got funky at the cook out
Dont act like you dont know what i'm takin bout
Neck bones and gravy sounds speak from the speaker
Aint it funky...
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
When the Geto makes a MasterpieceIt takes something greasy Covered in lard groove Make yo butt cheeks itch This is fo yo bougie blacks Who say we dont know how to act Uncomfortable with the funk coming out the kitchen When that sweat run down yo back Put the hump in yo back Dance sucker! Let yo booty loose Yo uncle and auntie got funky at the cook out Dont act like you dont know what i'm takin bout Neck bones and gravy sounds speak from the speaker Aint it funky...
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