[Verse 1:]
A wanna be gangster, thinkin' he's a wise guy,
Rob another bank, he's a sock 'em in the eye guy,
Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy,
Look him the eye, he's not my kinda guy,
Never wanna be confusion proof,
Pudding's sweet but too aloof,
Orange eye girl with a backslide dew said:
«Yo, homie, who you talkin' to
A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass?»
One uppercut to the cold upper middle class,
Born to storm on boredom's face
And a little lust to the funky ass Flea bass,
Most in the race just lose their grace,
The blackest hole in all of space,
Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb,
Anybody wanna come get some.
[Chorus x2:]
If you have to ask,
You'll never know,
Funky motherfuckers,
Will not be told to go, oh,oh,oh.
[Verse 2:]
Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high,
Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye,
Searchin' for a soul bride, she's my freakette,
Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret,
Much more than meets the eye,
To the funk I fall into my new ride,
My hand my hand, magic on the one is a medicine man,
Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill,
Dancin' on their face like a stage on Vaudeville,
I feel so good, can't be understood,
Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood.
[Chorus x2:]
If you have to ask,
You'll never know,
Funky motherfuckers,
Will not be told to go.