The mother fucking funk seesion is about to begin Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around The funk session is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that nigger though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking about mother fucking the Time and Prince (What you talking about?) We talking about funk session 96 style 96 Funk mean a different thing That 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 nigger's brains out
You see we can't along cause we just don't want to You cross the game and my crew will just stomp you And sing the ripper, we just say oh well And the white man keeps on building more jails I know the system ain't nothing to fool with Cause you locked up all my homies that I went to school with And I know damn well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that called your daughter a bitch Just a black man doin good, you wanna do me Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent movies Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the system Larry Hoover ran a gang in Illinios can't forget And every day black men lying dead in the street So where's the real education, in the hood Peace to the muslims cause they're doing real good They're never giving up, on the black folks We need to buy our own land and try to stack dough Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to front you If Robert Gold want some funk tell him come through It's been a long night but we're still getting funky Who opened up the cage and let out the monkey I heard it when she said it, "You just a dogg Short Like them G's out in South Side Chicago" I said that's right hoe, I'm from the East O And I will never spend my money on a six-fo I got the game from Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting money in this criminal's country Hoe's show me love because my pimping's so lovely I'm not a role model, unless you trying to mack her Cause first I am player and second I'm a rapper Third I'm just a big ass baller Top notch on my beeper but I still won't call her Cause I got one with me, And I'm a pimp till I die Don't be talking to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie Doing time in the pen for some backstabbing I wonder what would happen if they catch em You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline And he'll be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they like to kill your whole crew For coming to the party and stepping on a shoe He said excuse me, but it wasn't al-right