The mother fucking seesion is about to begin around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around The session is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't about George Clinton I that nigger though I ain't talking about Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking about mother the Time and Prince (What you about?) We talking about session 96 style 96 mean a different thing means you looked at my woman, and I'm stepping to you And you about to pull out the gat and try to blow a nigger's out
You see we can't along cause we just don't to You cross the game and my crew will just you And sing the ripper, we say oh well And the white man keeps on more jails I know the ain't nothing to fool with Cause you locked up all my homies I went to school with And I know well you got my name on the list Cause I'm the one that called daughter a bitch Just a black man doin good, you do me Before you ban rap you to ban them violent movies Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson the system Larry Hoover ran a gang in Illinios can't Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin preached for peace And every day black men lying dead in the So the real education, in the hood Peace to the cause they're doing real good They're never giving up, on the folks We need to buy our own and try to stack dough Get rich if you want to, I trying to front you If Gold want some funk tell him come through been a long night but we're still getting funky Who up the cage and let out the monkey I heard it when she said it, "You a dogg Short Like them G's out in Side Chicago" I said that's hoe, I'm from the East O And I will never my money on a six-fo performance, is what I'm riding I got the game Oakland so I never stop siding I'm getting money in criminal's country Hoe's show me love my pimping's so lovely I'm not a model, unless you trying to mack her first I am player and second I'm a rapper Third I'm just a big ass Top notch on my beeper but I still won't her I got one with me, And I'm a pimp till I die Don't be talking to them snitches, get sent on a lie Doing time in the pen for some I wonder what would happen if they em You his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline And he'll be like a mother fucking dope fiend Nowaday's they like to kill your whole For coming to the and stepping on a shoe He said excuse me, but it wasn't So now you to take his punk ass outside So you can hit him, and him Let his bury him in a suit that don't fit 'em You don't give an So fuck him Didn't have to shoot him, walked out and stuck him up and down all around in his gut Standing in his blood looked down and "What's up?" What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach
East coast are the craziest And West coast niggers are the And down niggers are the craziest It seems all american niggers are the craziest It done got out of We don't drink that at the white mother fucking masses Immediate and cooked up for us and now we each other Remember me all, I want to look back Yo this is G from Digital Underground I you to look back right now We rolling the Dangerous Crew I want you to look when I said remember that shit when I said, I said ah America, Get busy Humpty The red the white the blue and the blue and red for and bloods The white for got you doing time We caps on one another and it never stops You know it never But you know, Shock's been searching for someone Who can like Malcom and Farahkan To straighten you out
Shit they me MC Blowfish Back Digital Underground first started Say, I was the whole thing, say The call me MC hey Yeah, and I kick a little thing like I say, I say, I say, I say check me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that melody This is the part Shock takes heart and leaves you vision blurry So try to on my dope I suggest that you invest in a As I with hella rythem Move to your television Get your look just like that hooker Jay ism Even with my vocals for your ears, you couldn't see me though As I flavor rub this vidy like I'm them nouns and verbs You see me with binoculars I I'm just a little different cause I do love them hoes maybe not the same way I love my niggeros Cause I love it when they say fly The ill caps make me laugh I cry frys and some freaks and it's on All long I to see my homies living strong But that cook with that cloudy cookbook Rains salts on brother's sunny day I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this G game we play