[Intro: Joe Cooley]
But you don't hear me though
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Pumpkin]
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
[Verse 1: Rodney O]
Mothafuckin' punk, look who's hangin' out with the Falcons
Just because you're on top of the mountain
But what goes up, must come down ho
They didn't give a fuck about you years ago
So what you're gonna do when it's starts sinkin'
Mothafucka, you probably start drinkin'
I don't know, but I'll never be a sucker's friend
Just because a fool's makin' dead presidents
Rodney O & Joe Cooley will never quit
And all that bullshit dancin' ain't sayin shit
I'm only down with my homies from the get-go
Fuck O.P.P. and a sideshow
If you don't like it, here goes my middle finger
Rodney O's keepin' one in the chamber
Who you're foolin' you puffy pants punk ho
Back to the hook fool, but you don't hear me though
[Chorus: Pumpkin]
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
[Verse 2: Joe Cooley]
Here I go with the flow, some dope stuff from Joe
Why don't you sit back, hey yo, and bop with the tempo
So what up, n***as? Yeah, I got the funky jam
Come up on your blindside, aw shit, here I am
I'm not down with the R&B, it make me sick
Seeing a crooner tryin to add a rap a little bit
You know what I'm talkin' about, that shit's not real rap
They try to add the hip-hop flavor, and it's still wack
Rodney O, Joe Cooley got the gangster track
Comin' off strong, we're not givin' no slack
Kickin' street shit cause I know it would stick
I got the hoochie mamas hummin' on my dick
Sit back rap lovers and smile
The crew is about to entertain ya for a while
You love it, you like it, it's a straight up rap show
And to you R&B fans, you don't hear me though
[Scratching: Joe Cooley]
[Interlude]
Y'all ready for this?
[Bridge]
Who we?
Who we?
[Verse 3: Rodney O]
Time for me to kick another fly funky verse
And if I die, put a sound system in my hearse
You don't hear me though, it's a title, bro
I'm callin' money when I slam down my domino
Ugh, fever in the funk house, yeah
And if you play, then you know what I'm talkin about
Who you're foolin' when you say that you can fade the O?
I got a New York critic in a choke hold
He dissed my record cause he didn't like my vocals
Now I'm showin' him the meaning of loco
I'm not friends with my peers, so I'm overlooked
I got the p-funk, fool, on a funky hook
I'm payin' suckers back for all the years of dissin' me
But now I'm rollin', and there ain't no stoppin' me
Rodney O and Joe down with the psycho
Back to the hook, fool, but you don't hear me though
[Chorus: Pumpkin]
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
[Verse 4: Joe Cooley]
L.A.'s the place where the hardcore is happenin'
That's the way it is, so that's the way we're rappin'
Some New Yorkers don't know where we're comin from
And one had the nerve to try to diss Compton?
I take it personal when you diss my hood, son
Now you got me wanna break you off somethin' (Yeah)
Now you got me wanna break you off somethin' (Yeah)
Now you got me wanna break you off somethin'
[Chorus: Joe Cooley & Pumpkin]
Funk, funk, funky
Joe Cooley is funk, funk, funky
Rodney O is funk, funk, funkyn
This jam is funk, funk, funky
But you don't hear me though
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
[Chorus: Pumpkin]
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
Funk, funk, funky
[Outro: Joe Cooley]
But you don't hear me though