Del the Funky Homosapien
What Can I Do?
[Intro: J-Dee & Sir Jinx]
Ayo Jinx
Yeah, what up, J-Dee?
You know the Lench Mob is in the house
Ha, word 'em up
And the IBWC is definitely in the house
My homeboy Chill's in the house, too
Yo, we need one of those pimp beats right about now
Right here?
Drop it

[Verse 1: Yo-Yo]
Listen to the lecture, and try to feel the texture
Yo-Yo will direct you to a funky new direction
With this funky talent, I stabilize my balance
Put it in a format to try to light your palette
With this new description that keep the suckers dissin'
Recollect the days when you ain't got a pot to piss in
If that's what you remember, who was doin' all the lynchin'?
The funkiness continues, taking a pinch or just a smidgen
Drop the toppers with precisions, recollect the digits
This is 1990, and you are sure to find the
Funky instrumental that is not too detrimental
Listen very closely and you can see that mostly
Funky little groove that is sure to promote thee
Check out the conduct of this funky product
He better get pumped up when I wants to get funked up
Tabulate a section that doesn't need correction
No need the inspection for the style that I be flexin'
[Chorus: Yo-Yo]
Yo-Yo is legit when it comes to making hits
As for you and your crew ("What can I do? What can I do?")
("How can I do the things I wanna do?")
(Drop another one) ("What can I do?")

[Verse 2: Yo-Yo]
Touch another topic as quickly as I drop it
Proceed to try to stop as your posse tries to clock it
This is not an effort, in fact, it's kinda easy
Step up off the dick if you are starting to feel queasy
This rhyme is kinda rotten, so do not try to shock me
Tendin' a time to rap or recline, steeper, so keep ya
Eye on the pressure, 'cause this is sure to test ya
Loc'est of the loc will start to gather as I flex a-
Nother one to grab you as I planned it from the get go
You let go as I twist you in and out just like a pretzel
Step up to the female that fascinate your hearing
Everybody staring at the Yo when I'm preparing
A new style of funk that could wipe away the others
Duck and run for cover so you don't face the mother
Known as a threat and, force that you'll be gettin'
Smacked between the eyes 'cause you know not who you're sweatin'
Releasin' all the junk as it start to get bunk
So I could still manipulate the funk (Word 'em up)
[Chorus: Yo-Yo]
Yo-Yo is legit when it comes to making hits
As for you and your crew ("What can I do?")
("How can I do the things I wanna do?") ("What can I do?")
("How can I do the things I wanna do?") ("What can I do?")

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & Yo-Yo]
Ice Cube, more than just a thrilla of Manila
Not you again
But it's the rich, the pitch of the bitch killa
You're nothin' but a mobster, tryin' to be a boxer
Foolin' with the Yo, you get screwed like a chopster
Ah shit, eat a dick up (Never), and hiccup
I love to toss chick up, so Jinx, turn the kick up (Whatever)
I'm kicking the rhymes right on time, making people love it
Shocking all the bitches, knockin' 'em out like Buster Douglas
And if you're pretty actin' shitty, it's a pity
I'm a n***a from the city, I'll hang you by your titty (What?)
And if you think you wanna stutter step against the reppin'
Keep your steppin' 'cause I got a big muthafuckin' weapon
Guaranteed to make you bleed as I proceed with the lynchin'
It's the n***a peelin' caps and all extensions
You can't serve us, you're kinda nervous
I cause so many hoes, bitches willing to join the circus
Like Ringling Brothers, singing brothers I can't get with
I come with the rough shit
So...
[Outro: Sir Jinx & J-Dee]
Yo, Lench Mob is definitely rollin' with the IBWC
My name is Sir Jinx, rockin' up all the tracks
Ayo, I got my homeboy J-Dee
I'd like to give a shoutout to my boy DJ Chilly Chill
Ayo, I wanna give a shoutout to my boy T-Bone, Dazzie, Delvon, K-Dee
We all rollin' with the Lench Mob
I'd like to an extra shoutout to my boy Ice Cube and my boy Short Dog
Word 'em up
Ayo, we couldn't put all this together if we didn't have our girl Yo-Yo
She's definitely in the house with the IBWC