The mother fucking seesion is about to begin Crowd around, ladies and crowd around The session is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about Clinton I that nigger though I ain't about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking mother fucking the Time and Prince (What you about?) We about 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 blow a brains out
You see we can't along cause we don't want to You cross the game and my will just stomp you And the ripper, we just say oh well And the white man keeps on more jails I know the system ain't to fool with Cause you locked up all my 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 daughter a 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 the system Larry Hoover ran a in Illinios can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Luther preached for peace And every day men lying dead in the street So where's the real education, in the Peace to the cause they're doing real good They're never up, on the black folks We need to buy our own land and try to dough Get rich if you to, I ain't trying to front you If Robert Gold want some funk tell him through It's been a long night but we're getting funky Who opened up the cage and let out the I heard it when she said it, "You a dogg Short Like them G's out in South Chicago" I said that's right hoe, I'm from the O And I will never spend my on a six-fo High performance, is what I'm I got the game from so I never stop siding I'm getting money in this criminal's show me love because my pimping's so lovely I'm not a role model, you trying to mack her first I am player and second I'm a rapper Third I'm just a big ass Top notch on my but I still won't call her Cause I got one with me, And I'm a pimp I die Don't be talking to them snitches, you'll get on a lie Doing in the pen for some backstabbing I wonder would happen if they catch em You his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline And be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they to kill your whole crew For coming to the party and stepping on a 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 give an F-U-C-K So just him Didn't have to shoot him, just out and stuck him up and down all around in his gut Standing in his looked down and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach
coast niggers are the craziest And coast niggers are the craziest And down niggers are the craziest It seems like all american niggers are the It done got out of We don't drink that potion at the white mother fucking Immediate and cooked up for us and now we each other Remember me all, I want everybody to back Yo is Shock G from Digital Underground I want you to look right now We rolling with the Crew I you to look back when I said Y'all remember that when I said, I said ah America, Get Humpty yeah The red the white the blue and the and red for crips and bloods 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 me MC Blowfish Back when Digital Underground started Say, I was the whole thing, say The call me MC hey Yeah, and I kick a little thing like I say, I say, I say, I say Shorty me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that melody This is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you blurry So try to focus on my I suggest you invest in a telescope As I come with rythem Move closer to your Get your just like that hooker catch Jay ism Even with my for your ears, you still couldn't see me though As I rub this vidy like oregano I'm slanging nouns and verbs You couldn't see me binoculars I guess I'm just a little different cause I do love hoes Just maybe not the same way I my niggeros I love it when they say something fly The ill caps me laugh till I cry Some frys and freaks and it's on All long I to see my homies living strong But that cook with that cloudy cookbook Rains on another brother's sunny day I'm wondering if we're really happy with this lonely G game we play