Coup - Funk Lyrics
[boots]I used to kick it with a brother named, moeMoe used to kick it with a brother named, joeJoe used to kick it with his girlfriend lateishaWhose brother elmo, looked like meElmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the noseKick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothesElmo would develop lots of beef as a tweakerAnd all of them was mostly come lookin for meImagine that, fat mother*****ers with bats tryinTo rat pack, uhh, time to get a gatSo i'm strapped cause i'm trapped like roger thomas in his fatMomma's lap, what's happenin here's a rapSaturday twelve o'clock, told e-roc, the whole plotAnd what not, about, how our men are spottin[e-roc]It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po'sAnd this supposed to be some ruthless negros?They regretting, len saying "pull that hoyle card"Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hardI ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heatedBut don't trip, i got a .380 if it's neededThis is a lesson you can pass or flunkSo pile on the right guard, we got serious funkSingers:Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)[boots]Bet george and bootsy, never had funk like thisCatch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss thisRift that i'ma go through, maybe i can flow throughThis whole ordeal and not pull out the black steelAnd my friends make suggestions...That i should squeal to the cops but that's out of the questionIf i die by the trigger of a misled brotherCould he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?I believe no, so i don't go, with the flowEven though i'm bout to roll with no paddleUp a creek called shit, light is lit on the situationIs me and him is gonna decrease the populationNow we wonder why our revolution never growKillin mother*****ers just for steppin on our toeIf we had as much funk for our oppressors as we didFor ourselves, the blood would never flow againAnd then, the uzis that were once used to kill each otherCould be used, to serve and protect the brothersAnd the sisters and the cousins or whatever othersBut 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-fiveCaliber don't take no jive, just pull to fixDon't want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mixDon't flap your lips about me takin no, tripsYou won't be takin no sips from a milk cartonSeein my face with a caption, askin"have you seen boots, he's missing in action"This shit is more off the wall than michael jacksonCause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin othersScrewin brothers but the coup be doin more than shoo-be-doinOn the corner, talkin revolution from petoria to floridaIt's why it don't make sense that they want me a gonerOn a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think i'mPoppin junk cause they don't see for centuriesThe genocidal funk so i'm a punk if i don't blast they assBut i gots more funk for the rulin classWill it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and ginFive-oh gets again, gets off with a grinNational guard sent in for when we got beefYou wanna pop the trunk we got serious funkSingers:Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)
