If You Have To Ask

I wanna be a 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 Oh, pudding's sweet but too aloof Orange eyed girl with blackslide dew said "Yo homie, who you talkin' to?" A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's a*s One upper cut to the cold upper middle cla*s Born to storm on boredom's face Add a little lust to the funky a*s flea ba*s Most in the race just lose their grace The blackest hole in all of space Crooked as a hooker, now s*ck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherf**ker will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherf**ker will not be told to go Wow, wow, wow 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 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 If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherf**ker will not be told to go If you have to ask, you'll never know Funky motherf**ker will not be told to go Wow, wow, wow