The mother fucking funk is about to begin Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen around The funk session is about to I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly I'm not talking mother fucking the Time and Prince (What you about?) We talking about session 96 style 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 cause we just don't to You cross the game and my crew will stomp you And sing the ripper, we say oh well And the man keeps on building more jails I know the system ain't nothing to fool Cause you locked up all my homies I went to school with And I know well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that your daughter a bitch Just a black man doin good, you do me Before you ban rap you need to ban them movies Gangsta rap causes crime, Tyson wrecked the system Larry Hoover ran a gang in can't forget Malcom X taught us knowledge, Luther preached for peace And every day black men dead in the street So the real education, in the hood 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 to front you If Robert Gold want some funk tell him through It's a long night but we're still getting funky Who up the cage and let out the monkey I heard it when she it, "You just a dogg Short Like G's out in South Side Chicago" I said right hoe, I'm from the East O And I never spend my money on a six-fo High performance, is what I'm I got the from Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting in this criminal's country Hoe's show me love because my so lovely I'm not a role model, unless you to mack her first 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 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 smoking like a mother fucking dope Nowaday's they like to kill whole crew For coming to the party and on a shoe He said 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 momma 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, walked out and stuck him Knife up and down all in his gut Standing in his looked down and said "What's up?" up nigger, Shock G tell 'em like Treach
East niggers are the craziest And coast niggers are the craziest And down south 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 masses Immediate and up for us and now we killing each other Remember me all, I want to look back Yo this is Shock G from Digital I you to look back right now We rolling the Dangerous Crew I you to look back when I said Y'all remember shit 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 got you doing time We busting caps on one and it never stops You know it stops But you know, that Shock's searching for someone Who can rise like and Farahkan To straighten you out
Shit call me MC Blowfish Back when Digital first started 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 melody This is the part Shock takes your heart and you vision blurry So try to focus on my I that you invest in a telescope As I come with rythem closer to your television Get your look just like hooker catch Jay ism Even my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though As I flavor rub this vidy oregano I'm slanging them and verbs You see me with binoculars I guess I'm just a little cause 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 some and it's on All night I love to see my homies strong But then that cook with that cloudy Rains salts on another brother's day I'm wondering if we're really happy here this lonely G game we play