The fucking funk seesion is about to begin Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen around The session is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking George Clinton I love that nigger I ain't talking James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not about mother fucking the Time and Prince (What you about?) We talking about funk 96 style 96 Funk mean a thing means you looked 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 cause we just want to You the game and my crew will just stomp you And sing the ripper, we say oh well And the man keeps on building more jails I know the ain't nothing to fool with Cause you locked up all my homies that I to school with And I damn well you got my name on the list I'm the one that called your daughter a bitch Just a man doin good, you wanna do me Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent Gangsta rap crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the system Larry ran a gang in Illinios can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin preached for peace And every day men lying dead in the street So the real education, in the hood Peace to the muslims cause they're doing good They're never giving up, on the black We need to buy our own and try to stack 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 still getting funky Who opened up the cage and let out the I heard it when she said it, "You a dogg Short Like G's out in South Side Chicago" I said that's right hoe, I'm from the O And I will never my money on a six-fo High performance, is I'm riding I got the game Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting money in this country Hoe's show me love my pimping's so lovely I'm not a role model, unless you to mack her Cause first I am player and I'm a rapper I'm just a big ass baller Top on my beeper 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, get sent on a lie time 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 he'll be like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they like to your whole crew For coming to the and stepping on a shoe He said excuse me, but it al-right So now you to take his punk ass outside So you can hit him, and him Let his momma him in a suit that don't fit 'em You don't give an So fuck him Didn't have to him, just walked out and stuck him up and down all around in his gut Standing in his blood looked and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach
coast niggers are the craziest And West niggers are the craziest And south niggers are the craziest It seems like all american niggers are the It got out of hand We don't drink that at the white mother fucking masses and cooked up for us and now we killing each other Remember me all, I everybody to look back Yo this is Shock G from Underground I want you to look right now We rolling with the Dangerous I want you to look back when I remember 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 white for whose got you doing We busting caps on one another and it never You know it never But you know, that Shock's been searching for Who can rise Malcom and Farahkan To straighten you out
they call me MC Blowfish Back when Underground first started Say, I was the whole thing, say The me MC Blowfish hey Yeah, and I kick a 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 This is the part Shock takes your heart and you vision blurry So try to on my dope I suggest that you invest in a As I come hella rythem Move closer to your Get your look just that hooker catch Jay ism Even with my 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 little cause I do love them hoes Just not the same way I love my niggeros Cause I love it when say something fly The ill caps make me laugh I cry Some and some freaks and it's on All night I love to see my homies living But then cook with that cloudy cookbook salts on another brother's sunny day I'm if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play