(Verse 1)
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 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 $$#
One upper cut to the cold upper middle class

Born to storm on boredom's face
And a little lust to the $#&@y $$# 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) (x2)
If you have to ask

You'll never know
Funky mother$#&@ers
Will not be told to go.


(Verse 2)
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 that 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.


(Chorus) (x2)
If you have to ask
You'll never know

Funky mother$#&@ers
Will not be told to go.