The mother funk seesion is about to begin Crowd around, ladies and crowd around The funk is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't about George Clinton I that nigger though I talking about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking about mother the Time and Prince (What you about?) We talking funk session 96 style 96 Funk mean a different That means you looked at my woman, and I'm to you And you about to pull out the gat and try to a nigger's brains out
You see we can't along we just don't want to You cross the and my crew will just stomp you And sing the ripper, we say oh well And the white man keeps on more jails I know the system ain't nothing to fool Cause you up all my homies that I went to school with And I damn well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that called your a bitch a black man doin good, you wanna do me Before you ban rap you need to ban violent movies rap causes crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the system Larry Hoover ran a in Illinios can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for And every day men lying dead in the street So the real education, in the hood Peace to the muslims cause they're real good They're never giving up, on the folks We need to buy our own and try to stack dough Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to you If Robert Gold want some funk tell him come It's been a long but we're still getting funky Who opened up the cage and let out the I heard it when she said it, "You just a Short Like them G's out in Side Chicago" I said that's hoe, I'm from the East O And I will never my money on a six-fo High performance, is what I'm I got the game Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting money in criminal's country show me love because my pimping's so lovely I'm not a model, unless you trying to mack her first I am player and second I'm a rapper Third I'm a big ass baller Top notch on my but I still won't call her Cause I got one me, And I'm a pimp till I die Don't be talking to them snitches, you'll get on a lie Doing time in the pen for backstabbing I what would happen if they catch em You burn his balls a big lighter, get the gasoline And he'll be smoking a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's like to kill your whole crew For to the party and stepping on a shoe He said me, but it wasn't al-right So now you want to take his ass outside So you can hit him, and him Let his bury him in a suit that don't fit 'em You don't give an So fuck him Didn't have to shoot him, walked out and stuck him Knife up and all around in his gut Standing in his blood down and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach
East niggers are the craziest And coast niggers are the craziest And down niggers are the craziest It seems like all american are the craziest It done got out of We don't that potion at the white mother fucking masses Immediate and cooked up for us and now we each other Remember me all, I everybody to look back Yo is Shock G from Digital Underground I want you to look right now We rolling with the Crew I want you to look back I said Y'all remember that when I said, I said ah America, Get busy yeah The red the white the blue and the and red for crips and bloods The white for whose got you doing We caps on one another and it never stops You know it never But you know, that Shock's searching for someone Who can rise Malcom and Farahkan To you niggers out
they call me MC Blowfish Back when Digital first started Say, I was the whole thing, say The call me MC hey Yeah, and I a little thing like this I say, I say, I say, I say check me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that butter is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you vision blurry So try to on my dope I that you invest in a telescope As I come hella rythem Move closer to your Get look just like that hooker catch Jay ism with my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though As I flavor rub this vidy like I'm them nouns and verbs You see me with binoculars I guess I'm just a different cause I do love them hoes Just not the same way I love my niggeros I love it when they say something fly The ill caps make me till I cry Some frys and some freaks and on All long I love to see my living strong But then cook with that cloudy cookbook Rains salts on another sunny day I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this G game we play