The mother fucking funk seesion is to begin around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around The funk session is to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George I love 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 talking about funk 96 style 96 Funk mean a different That means you 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 don't want to You cross the game and my crew just stomp you And sing the ripper, we say oh well And the white man on building more jails I know the system ain't nothing to with Cause you up all my homies that I went to school with And I know well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that called your daughter a a black man doin good, you wanna 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, Martin Luther for peace And every day black men lying dead in the So the real education, in the hood Peace to the cause they're doing real good never giving up, on the black folks We need to buy our own land and try to stack Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to you If Robert Gold want some funk him come through It's been a long night but we're getting funky Who up the cage and let out the monkey I heard it when she said it, "You just a dogg 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 Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting money in this criminal's Hoe's show me love my pimping's so lovely I'm not a model, unless 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 to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie Doing time in the pen for some I wonder what would if they catch em You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the And he'll be smoking a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they like to kill whole crew For coming to the party and 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 momma bury him in a suit don't fit 'em You don't an F-U-C-K 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 down and said "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach
East niggers are the craziest And West niggers are the craziest And down south niggers are the It seems all american niggers 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 each other Remember me all, I want everybody to back Yo this is Shock G from Digital I want you to look right now We rolling the Dangerous Crew I you to look back when I said Y'all remember that shit when I said, I 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 caps on one another and it never You know it never But you know, that been searching for someone Who can like Malcom and Farahkan To you niggers out
they call me MC Blowfish Back when Digital Underground first Say, I was the whole thing, say The call me MC 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 as I slip into that butter melody This is the part Shock takes heart and leaves you vision blurry So try to on my dope I suggest you invest in a telescope As I come with hella Move closer to television Get your look just like that hooker Jay ism Even with my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me As I flavor rub vidy like oregano I'm slanging them nouns and You couldn't see me with I I'm just a little different cause I do love them hoes Just maybe not the same way I my niggeros Cause I love it when say something fly The ill caps make me laugh I cry Some frys and some freaks and on All night I love to see my living strong But then that cook with cloudy cookbook salts on another brother's sunny day I'm wondering if we're really happy with this lonely G game we play