Funky Song

Yo, Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on

Now, wait a minute, now let me check my tone

(Before I start rockin') Though, what we're callin' this, homes?

(Ain't nothing goin' on) Word

Well, if it ain't nothing but a funky song, I'm in it to win it

Properly fitted, so let's get with it

My lyrical format bends and breaks the rules

For those of you who wanna battle my crew

I come from the family down with Priority

Peace to N.W.A and Eazy-E

And to the homies everywhere that's down with Low Pro

Y'all want funk? Yo, yo, now here we go

Can I come off or should I come off smooth and dope?

Spectacular to make an amateur choke

You see, it's gotta be funky, doper than the average funk song

That's why I didn't come off strong

I chose a laid-back jack and watched the others swoop and holler

They try to kick funk, but yo, why do they bother?

This is pure funk, so y'all sing along

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Funk, the word for the day that I speak upon

It's like a drug, you could say that I'm sprung

Every time that I speak, I pertain to a funky crowd

Turn up the radio, make sure that it's loud

The woofers are bumpin', the tweeters are tweetin'

The bass is kickin', Dub's about to start a-rippin'

All these MCs sound alike, screamin' off of funky tracks

Got the nerve to put the garbage on wax

Artificial MCs, I break 'em with ease, they get dunked

They all lack the true meaning of funk

A street of hardcore sample with a positive tip

This here is so funky, all I need is a mothership

A pair of twelves and a mic in my hand, see

So I can get busy with those down with me

Have you yellin' my name while I pertain to the brain

'Cause when it comes to funk, I'm leavin' permanent stains

So change, arrange, and get windin' a new jack, G

Aladdin gave me the mic, so I could speak my piece

Funk, the universal language, now can you swing it?

Some tried, but came softer than a Danish

Dunkenhein rappers is soft, they can't compete

Now here's a dope record took 'em out of the back streets

Y'all know the words, so yo, sing along

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin', ain't nothing goin', ain't nothing goin' on

But a funky song

So now we come to the final verse of the song

I came to short-circuit, so go up and clap along

Wave your hands in the air while you shout and go off

But keep away from the stage because you might get tossed

Yo, now here's something that I know that you like

Something funky, but yet though, it's gotta be hype

So sing along, even though when I'm gone

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song

Ain't nothing goin' on but a funky song