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 Lock him in the eye, he's not my kinda guy Never wanna be confusion proof Pudding's sweet but too aloof Orange eye girl with backslide Dew said Yo homie, who you talkin' to? A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut 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 loose their grace The blackest hole in all of space Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go (oh woh woh) Don't ask me why I'm flying so high Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye Searching 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 If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go (oh woh woh)