The mother fucking funk seesion is about to Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd The funk is about to begin When I say session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that though I talking about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking about mother fucking the and Prince (What you about?) We talking about funk session 96 96 mean a different thing That means you at my woman, and I'm stepping to you And you about to pull out the gat and try to blow a brains out
You see we can't along we just don't want to You the game and my crew will just stomp you And sing the ripper, we just say oh And the man keeps on building more jails I know the ain't nothing to fool 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 you ban rap you need to ban them violent movies Gangsta rap crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the system Larry ran a gang in Illinios can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for And every day men lying dead in the street So where's the real education, in the Peace to the muslims cause they're doing real They're never giving up, on the black We need to buy our own land and try to dough Get if you want to, I ain't trying to front you If Robert Gold want funk tell him come through It's been a long but we're still getting funky Who up the cage and let out the monkey I heard it she said it, "You just a dogg Short them G's out in South Side Chicago" I said that's hoe, I'm from the East O And I will never my money on a six-fo performance, is what I'm riding I got the game from Oakland so I never stop I'm getting money in this country Hoe's show me because my pimping's so lovely I'm not a model, unless you trying to mack her Cause first I am player and I'm a rapper Third I'm a big ass baller Top notch on my beeper but I still won't her Cause I got one with me, And I'm a till I die Don't be talking to them snitches, get sent on a lie Doing in the pen for some backstabbing I wonder what would if they catch em You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the And he'll be like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they to kill your whole crew For coming to the party and stepping on a He excuse me, but it wasn't al-right So now you to take his punk 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 just him Didn't to shoot him, just walked out and stuck him Knife up and all around in his gut Standing in his blood looked and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G tell 'em like
East coast niggers are the And West coast niggers are the And down niggers are the craziest It seems like all american are the craziest It got out of hand We drink that potion at the white mother fucking masses Immediate and cooked up for us and now we killing other Remember me all, I want everybody to look Yo this is Shock G from Digital I want you to back right now We with the Dangerous Crew I want you to look back I said Y'all that shit when I said, I said ah America, Get Humpty yeah The red the white the blue and the blue and red for and bloods The for whose got you doing time We caps on one another and it never stops You it never stops But you know, that Shock's searching for someone Who can rise Malcom and Farahkan To you niggers out
Shit call me MC Blowfish Back when Digital Underground first Say, I was the whole thing, say The me MC Blowfish hey Yeah, and I kick a little thing this I say, I say, I say, I say check me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that butter This is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you blurry So try to on my dope I suggest that you in a telescope As I come hella rythem Move closer to your Get your look just that hooker catch Jay ism Even with my vocals for your ears, you couldn't see me though As I rub this vidy like oregano I'm slanging them nouns and You see me with binoculars I guess I'm just a little different I do love them hoes maybe not the same way I love my niggeros Cause I love it when 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 then that cook with cloudy cookbook Rains salts on brother's sunny day I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this G game we play