The mother fucking funk seesion is about to Crowd around, ladies and crowd around The funk is about to begin When I say funk session, i talking about George Clinton I that nigger though I ain't about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking about mother the Time and Prince (What you about?) We talking about funk session 96 96 mean a different thing That you looked at my woman, and I'm stepping to you And you about to out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out
You see we can't along cause we just want to You cross the game and my crew just stomp you And sing the ripper, we just say oh And the white man keeps on building more I know the system ain't nothing to with Cause you locked up all my that I went to school with And I know well you got my name on the list I'm the one that called your daughter a bitch Just a black man doin good, you do me Before you ban rap you to ban them violent movies Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the Larry ran a gang in Illinios can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Luther preached for peace And every day black men lying in the street So where's the real education, in the Peace to the cause they're doing real good never giving up, on the black folks We to buy our own land 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 and let out the monkey I heard it when she it, "You just a dogg Short Like them G's out in Side Chicago" I said that's right hoe, I'm the East O And I will never my money on a six-fo High performance, is I'm riding I got the game from Oakland so I stop siding I'm getting in this criminal's country Hoe's show me because my pimping's so lovely I'm not a role model, unless you trying to her Cause I am player and second I'm a rapper Third I'm a big ass baller Top notch on my beeper but I still call her I got one with me, And I'm a pimp till I die Don't be talking to them snitches, get sent on a lie Doing time in the pen for some I wonder would happen if they catch em You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the And he'll be smoking like a mother dope fiend Nowaday's they to kill your whole crew For coming to the and stepping on a shoe He said excuse me, but it al-right So now you want to take his punk ass So you can hit him, and him Let his bury him in a suit that don't fit 'em You don't an F-U-C-K So fuck him Didn't have to shoot him, just out and stuck him up and down all around in his gut Standing in his blood down and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G tell 'em like
East niggers are the craziest And West coast are the craziest And down south niggers are the It seems all american niggers are the craziest It got out of hand We don't drink that potion at the white mother masses and cooked up for us and now we killing each other Remember me all, I want everybody to look Yo this is Shock G Digital Underground I you to look back right now We rolling with the Crew I want you to look when I said Y'all remember that shit I said, I said ah America, Get busy yeah The red the white the blue and the blue and red for crips and The white for whose got you doing We busting on one another and it never stops You know it stops But you know, that Shock's been for someone Who can rise Malcom and Farahkan To you niggers out
Shit they call me MC Back when Underground first started Say, I was the whole thing, say The me MC Blowfish hey Yeah, and I kick a little like this I say, I say, I say, I say Shorty me out I say, I say Now as I slip into that butter melody This is the Shock takes your heart and leaves you vision blurry So try to on my dope I suggest that you in a telescope As I come hella rythem closer to your television Get your 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 oregano I'm slanging nouns and verbs You see me with binoculars I guess I'm a little different cause I do love them hoes Just maybe not the same way I my niggeros Cause I love it they say something fly The ill caps make me laugh I cry Some frys and some and it's on All long I love to see my living strong But then that with that cloudy cookbook Rains on another brother's sunny day I'm if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play