Flex has released several mixtape albums. He is also influential in the automotive street scene, with a show on Spike TV, Ride with Funkmaster Flex, The show is also on KTN (Kenya Television Network), Channel O (South Africa) and [[Channel [V]]] (Australia), as well as All Muscle with Funkmaster Flex on ESPN, and Next Year Car Wars with Funkmaster Flex He founded Team Baurtwell, a custom car club. Flex puts on an annual touring car show, the Funkmaster Flex Celebrity Car Show Tour, which includes the cars of stars such as Wyclef Jean and many others.
The LUGZ shoe company produced the FMF-1 Funkmaster Flex driving shoe, designed by Flex. He has also been a spokesman for Starter athletic gear and Greyhound.
In the videogame, ESPN NFL 2K5, Flex is a celebrity adversary and is also unlockable as a free agent fullback in season mode. Funkmaster Flex Currently Resides in Ardsley, NY
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Discography
The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Mix Tape Volume 2: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Mix Tape Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Tunnel (album)
The Mix Tape Volume 4: 60 Minutes of Funk
Funkmaster Flex Car Show Tour (2005)
QBG
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
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Nigga, I got cash nigga
I had tooken care of real quick
I ain't wettin that
Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what
We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up
Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta
See it's like, twenty-inch wheels
We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit
We so ill spend hundreds on our meals
Thousands on our outfit's
Half a mil on the houses
For thrills, fuck women in they high heels
Till they max out and pass
Out from how it feels
My niggas win their appeals (why?)
Cuz high paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
Stash boxes conceal the big mills
So if we got problems, somebody get killed
And that's how it is
There's nothin you can do about it
Dead men tell no tales
And if you think a nigga gon' squeal
Put up his bail
And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh
For real, I don't need no sh-ells
I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill
2x
I'm grown from blastin
You cartoon goons wit no room for ration
Flippin the soonest fashion
Booms in the room is flashin
Sip to your tune wit a passion
Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10
Neighbors tune into the booms when
I clap at their men
But I ain't goin back to the penn
You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again
Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe
Lappin make em crawl out the back
Of the Benz like Jacklyn fBI we bafflin
Grab the straps get the gaffling
BGF Click, nigga we rep shit respect it
Before your whole squad get deflected
My tec spit, leave you
Runnin wit chest hit's, red drips
Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop
We bang Glocks like we coming from Bangcock
Make the pain stop aim cock
Flame at your top till your frame drop
You and your name in the lot
Flat on the strange block
In the song QBG, featuring Prodigy and Kool G Rap, the artists rap about their experiences as gangsters from Queens. The lyrics depict a violent lifestyle where they obtain cash quickly and do not hesitate to use violence to get what they want. They rap about their lavish lifestyle where they spend thousands of dollars on their appearance, worth hundreds of thousands on their houses and spend time with high-heeled women. The lyrics depict that they have high paid lawyers, stash boxes to conceal big mills, implying they are involved in illegal activities. They do not hesitate to twist or punish anyone who crosses their path. Additionally, they talk about their use of guns and how they don’t need shells, but will kill anyone who challenges their power.
The lyrics of the song explore the gangsta culture of Queens, a borough of New York known for its history of crime and gangs. The rappers’ lyrics delve deep into this lifestyle and provide insight into the harsh realities of being involved in the underworld, including corrupt dealings and violence. The language used in the song is raw and unfiltered, with explicit references to guns, drugs, and violence.
Overall, the song QBG is a powerful commentary on the gangster lifestyle that is prevalent in Queens. Through vivid imagery and engaging lyrics, it provides a glimpse into the world of the infamous mobsters and the depths to which they will go to protect their power.
Line by Line Meaning
Prodigy, kool g rap!
Introduction to the rappers Prodigy and Kool G Rap
Nigga, I got cash nigga
I have a lot of money
I had tooken care of real quick
I handled that situation quickly
I ain't wettin that
I'm not worried about it
Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what
Are you a tough guy or not?
We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up
We will physically harm you if necessary
What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas
This is how we operate, we are the gangsters from Queens
Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta
We are well-known criminals, you are a fake gangster
See it's like, twenty-inch wheels
We have flashy, expensive cars
We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit
We own and drive the latest luxury cars
We so ill spend hundreds on our meals
We spend large sums of money on our food
Thousands on our outfit's
Our clothes cost thousands of dollars
Half a mil on the houses
We spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on our homes
For thrills, fuck women in they high heels
We enjoy having sex with women wearing high heels
Till they max out and pass
Until they reach their sexual peak and climax
Out from how it feels
They may even pass out from the pleasure
My niggas win their appeals (why?)
My associates win their court appeals to avoid prison time (why)
Cuz high paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
Because our expensive lawyers are skilled and help us avoid jail time
Stash boxes conceal the big mills
We store our guns and money in hidden compartments
So if we got problems, somebody get killed
If someone crosses us, they will be killed
And that's how it is
That's just the way things are with us
There's nothin you can do about it
You can't change anything
Dead men tell no tales
If someone dies, they can't reveal information
And if you think a nigga gon' squeal
If you suspect someone will talk to the police
Put up his bail
Pay for their release from jail
And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh
Harm that person when they are released, if we suspect them of being a snitch
For real, I don't need no sh-ells
I don't need bullets because I have other weapons
I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill
I have firearms, including the M-6 weapon, so you better not mess with me
I'm grown from blastin
I am experienced with firearms
You cartoon goons wit no room for ration
You, on the other hand, are fake tough guys
Flippin the soonest fashion
Stylish and fashionable
Booms in the room is flashin
The guns in the room are visible and intimidating
Sip to your tune wit a passion
We are drinking and enjoying ourselves
Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10
Act quickly and effectively with a powerful weapon
Neighbors tune into the booms when
People can hear the sound of our firearms nearby
I clap at their men
I shoot at their accomplices
But I ain't goin back to the penn
I don't plan on going back to prison
You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again
If you see me, I will shoot you again
Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe
Shoot you in the head
Lappin make em crawl out the back
Scare them so much they crawl out of the car and run away
Of the Benz like Jacklyn fBI we bafflin
We are like FBI agents, we are difficult to understand
Grab the straps get the gaffling
Get our guns ready and make a quick escape
BGF Click, nigga we rep shit respect it
We are part of BGF Click, show some respect
Before your whole squad get deflected
Before your group is taken down and defeated
My tec spit, leave you
My gun will shoot at you and cause harm
Runnin wit chest hit's, red drips
You will run away with wounds to your chest, bleeding
Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop
You will fall down like raindrops when the gunfire begins
We bang Glocks like we coming from Bangcock
We use our guns frequently and expertly
Make the pain stop aim cock
The only way to make the pain stop is to shoot
Flame at your top till your frame drop
Shoot you until you are dead
You and your name in the lot
We will kill you and leave your body somewhere public
Flat on the strange block
Left dead on a street corner
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