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"Mark Ronson - Uptown Funk (ft. Bruno Mars) (HQ Audio)" is a high quality FLAC of "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson, featuring Bruno Mars. It was originally uploaded to the Music - Topic channel, with the title "Uptown Funk", but was taken down with the rest of the channel. It was then reuploaded to the RecordCollector1972 channel, but without the Music - Topic format seen in the original video.

Jokes[]

The song has mainly been mashed up with "Machine Gun Funk" by The Notorious B.I.G. Other songs by The Notorious B.I.G. appear throughout the FLAC, such as "Going Back to Cali" in the intro, "Real N***az" in the outro, and "Juicy" during the choruses. The choruses of "Uptown Funk" are made up of sentence mixed samples of The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics[]

It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O

U-S, you just, lay down, slow

It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O

U-S, you just, lay down, slow

So you wanna be hardcore?

With your hat to the back

Talkin' about the gats in ya raps

But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'

Maybe I'm dreamin'

This ain't Christopher Williams

Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some

To let n***as know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgie

Says who? Says me, the lyrical

N***as sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"

Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me

Just for n***as actin' shifty

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker

Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor

Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es

It's natural to eat you n***as like chocolates

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

And if you don't believe me, just watch (Come on)

The funk, baby

And if you don't believe me, just watch

The funk, baby

The funk, baby

Don't believe me, just watch, uhhh-

Don't believe me, just watch, uhhh-

Don't believe me, just watch, uhhh-

Don't believe me, just watch

All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches

Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches

Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches

From stayin' in my business, what is this?

Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not

Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot

Don't mean I don't tote the Glock

Sixteen shots for my n***as in the pen

Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh

I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now

Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now

'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats

In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats

For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the (blue suits)

I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof

Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks

I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo!)

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Machine Gun Funk gon' give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

And if you don't believe me, just watch (Come on)

Blow! Blow! Blow! The funk, baby

Blow! Blow! Machine Gun Funk, baby. Blow!

Blow! Blow! Machine Gun Funk, baby.

Blow! Blow! Don't believe me, just watch,

Don't believe me, just watch,

Don't believe me, just watch,

Don't believe me, just watch,

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside

Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests

Fifty-shot clip if a n***a want test

The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya

High as a motherfuckin' helicopter

That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor

Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

"What's love got to do..."

When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew?

Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns

I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons

N***as wanna know how I live the mack life

Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes

It's type, simple and plain, to maintain

I add a little funk to the brain

The funk, baby

The funk, baby

Saturday night and we in the spot

And if you don't believe me, just watch (Come on)

The funk, baby

And if you don't believe me, just watch (The funk, baby)

The funk, baby

And if you don't believe me, just watch

Don't believe me, just watch

Don't believe me, just watch

Don't believe me, just watch

The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest.

Junior Mafia for life!

Give a shoutout to [???]

The whole crew!

Death Row! The West Coast!

My n***a Wiz, my n***a JC.

Money Mal, Big Pump!

The whole Junior Mafia clique.

Representing, Uncle Paulie.

[???]

Biggie!

References[]

  1. "MachineGun Funk!", Richter's SoundCloud upload