Funk lyrics

Artist  : Coup 
Song : Funk



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 [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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 sh*t 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)