PHONK, ФОНК, Бразильский фонк, Фонк Фонк Фонк! Dirty Funk

Creeping through the alleyway, got no time for games to play
Cassette tape is spinning slow, watch the neon city glow
Riding in the classic ride, got the shadows by my side
Windows down and smoke is thick, living life out dangerous, quick
Moving slow but thinking fast, making sure this moment last

Chopped and screwed, we make it boom.
Echoes in the empty room.
Rolling with the underground.
Listen to the heavy sound.

Bass is bumping in the trunk, sipping on that dirty funk
Leaving all the fakes behind, we are of a different kind
Bass is bumping in the trunk, sipping on that dirty funk

Never gonna stop the grind, leave the haters far behind
Gold chain resting on my chest, knowing that we are the best
Steady mobbing through the street, vibing to the old school beat
Memphis magic in the air, we don't really even care

Sun comes up but we still out, showing what we all about
Classic sound will never die, reaching up into the sky