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 blackslide 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. 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)