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If You Have To Ask
A wannabe 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 in 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 upper cut to the cold upper middle class Born to storm on boredom's face Add a little lust to the fucky 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
If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfucker will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfucker will not be told to go, whoa whoa whoa
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 oughta kill Dancin' on their face, like a stage in 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 motherfucker will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherfucker will not be told to go, whoa whoa whoa |
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