[boots]

I used to kick it with a brother named, moe

Moe used to kick it with a brother named, joe

Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend lateisha

Whose brother elmo, looked like me

Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose

Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes

Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker

And all of them was mostly come lookin for me

Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin

To rat pack, uhh, time to get a gat

So i'm strapped cause i'm trapped like roger thomas in his fat

Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap

Saturday twelve o'clock, told e-roc, the whole plot

And what not, about, how our men are spottin



[e-roc]

It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's

And this supposed to be some ruthless negros?

They regretting, len saying "pull that hoyle card"

Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hard

I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated

But don't trip, i got a .380 if it's needed

This is a lesson you can pass or flunk

So pile on the right guard, we got serious funk



Singers:

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)



[boots]

Bet george and bootsy, never had funk like this

Catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this

Rift that i'ma go through, maybe i can flow through

This whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel

And my friends make suggestions...

That i should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question

If i die by the trigger of a misled brother

Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?

I believe no, so i don't go, with the flow

Even though i'm bout to roll with no paddle

Up a creek called shit, light is lit on the situation

Is me and him is gonna decrease the population

Now we wonder why our revolution never grow

Killin motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe

If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did

For ourselves, the blood would never flow again

And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other

Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers

And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others

But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...



Singers:

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)



[boots]

Four years til i'm twenty-five, now i got a forty-five

Caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix

Don't want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix

Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips

You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton

Seein my face with a caption, askin

"have you seen boots, he's missing in action"

This shit is more off the wall than michael jackson

Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others

Screwin brothers but the coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin

On the corner, talkin revolution from petoria to florida

It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner

On a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think i'm

Poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries

The genocidal funk so i'm a punk if i don't blast they ass

But i gots more funk for the rulin class

Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin

Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin

National guard sent in for when we got beef

You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk



Singers:

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)