Funk - Get u lyrics

[Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly Just give me some deep ba**, a snare and a kick drum Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset I grab a ca**ette, and pop it in the tape deck Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack Funk is addictive, but not like crack black I'm hip to the old sh**, the sh** that still hit The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits Is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio It's that funk yes, won't settle for less Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) [W.C.] Check it out Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle And this is a preview, somethin to move to Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall Another s**er, sippin on some Eightball Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah) Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S To the next paragraph I must move on You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) .. "Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!" [Coolio] I love the funk, and the funk loves me so I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough To keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff I know who I am, and Sam I ain't I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader On tape like great, dominate the record player So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front And give the real meanin of the word funk [W.C.] What's my meanin of the word funk? Well let me give a demonstration Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination In other words, an organization of my homeboys Stealin from the rich and famous And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back n***a playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's All these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard With your brand new cars Try to fit in with the upper cla**, but the upper cla** Was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks So everybody watch your back I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo (I know you can funk these words to the letter Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo) [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 4X)