Dm7 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 add 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: C7 (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 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 in Vaudeville I feel so good can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC7 Dm Dm7 |