a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber band In '76, seen a mothership land Nothin' but funk
U S is the true test In Oakland makin' the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five And don't
givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk I'm the master rapper
music but we likes to funk Ain't no such thang as a Oakland punk It don't matter who you are, you'll be in the trunk You come twenty-five deep or maybe
caught Got a good lawyer, case is bein' fought Life is full of choices, make 'em at the crossroads If you had five, you already lost four Straight apprehended
funk essential trapped in my brain Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin' total masquerade Screamin' toast had to touch them up
up on the new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground What's goin on my man? God damn and now my brain is hurtin' Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit '
be the chocolates taps on my raps She innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with the five plate
* Relax baby, keep it underground yo From the crown of notty hair that I wear to the funk feet Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth
movin' around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin' it down Cuttin' you up, the new shit, ruckin' you up Fuckin' you up, my black hole, suckin' you up
all the known known factors Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a bike Whether you straight
bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain... [Verse 2: Big Dan] Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five
niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain... Verse two: big dan Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five
Navi' on top of them dub's Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud Now you talkin' 'bout my gul Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone (
