Exclusive Funk 70's / Laid-Back Funk Jazzy 70's (edited in 2025)
Arranged by, mastered by - Funkissman
Credited @funkissman7895
Created, Edited by @FunkissmanAI
Lyrics by - Funkissman :
We roll from the block, Bronx to the stage,
Funk in our veins, feel the rhythm, turn the page.
Bass rollin’, horns blowin’, we rise and shine,
The Cream Team’s in the house, and we’re feelin’ fine.
Guitar’s in the back, keys keep it tight,
Drums hittin’ hard, keepin’ it right.
From the streets to the sound, we never back down,
In the ghetto, we kings with a funky crown.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
Horn section blowin’, feel the power rise,
Every note we play, cuts through the skies,
We hustle and grind, but the sound’s so sweet,
It’s the cream of the crop, now take a seat.
No luck, just skill, we play to win,
From the block to the top, let the journey begin.
With each note we play, we claim our ground,
In the ghetto, the groove’s always found.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
Enjoy, share & subscribe
Arranged by, mastered by - Funkissman
Credited @funkissman7895
Created, Edited by @FunkissmanAI
Lyrics by - Funkissman :
We roll from the block, Bronx to the stage,
Funk in our veins, feel the rhythm, turn the page.
Bass rollin’, horns blowin’, we rise and shine,
The Cream Team’s in the house, and we’re feelin’ fine.
Guitar’s in the back, keys keep it tight,
Drums hittin’ hard, keepin’ it right.
From the streets to the sound, we never back down,
In the ghetto, we kings with a funky crown.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
Horn section blowin’, feel the power rise,
Every note we play, cuts through the skies,
We hustle and grind, but the sound’s so sweet,
It’s the cream of the crop, now take a seat.
No luck, just skill, we play to win,
From the block to the top, let the journey begin.
With each note we play, we claim our ground,
In the ghetto, the groove’s always found.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
We the Cream Team, bringin’ the heat,
Funky and fresh, no one can compete,
Together we rise, our sound’s supreme,
Funk’s in our blood, it’s our dream team.
Enjoy, share & subscribe
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- Funky