Paris (Rapper) - Guerrilla Funk lyrics

[Produced by Paris] [Verse 1] Beatin' down your block, it's the brother with the bomb sh** Comin' with the sound, makin' underground bomb hits Doin' '94, it's time for some action I'm askin', "which one of y'all is down for the count?" Now, still in the warzone, in '94 it's on But I'm full grown, f**in' with the microphone P-Dog creepin' in the drop with the dirty eye Still f**in' with the man and it's kinda odd That a n***a roll down and let the sh** to go Still gotta pray for the L.A., we play Black folks still bring in to the true But I still got love, so I'm comin' through With a trunk full of funk that I make ya Separate the real from the fake each and everyday Understand it's a must that I tear sh** up And I still won't budge And that's deep [Hook] We're gonna give that you can feel And ya know we're comin' real, baby Ya know it's hidden in ya trunk Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby [Verse 2] Right back up in ya with the mothaf**in' dose Of the truth in ya house, n***as can't come close To the P-R, the O, B-L-A-C-K Still lookin' for a way to make us rise each and everyday Brothers, listen to the sound when I bump P-Dog, and I'm hittin' ya in ya trunk with the funk Gut that down home sh** ya love I never slipped chippin' the monster bug You know it go on and on and I won't stop Comin' with the militant grooves that keep y'all spirits lit Long as n***as down, I'm a keep servin' Hip-hop 'til the bullsh** stops Back in the name of Allah, the one true God Stand tall, bring truth to all y'all So buck that devil and pa** me the fish, b**h And know I never switch And that's deep [Hook] We're gonna give that you can feel And ya know we're comin' real, baby Ya know it's hidden in ya trunk Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby [Bridge] Take a listen to the sound, 'cause uhm It's goin' down, baby (That's the law) Ya know we keep it on the one Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby [Verse 3] One more dead Black man You can ask K-Cloud 'cause the sh**'s out of hand All I do is see the world just stand around and watch n***as drop like flies around the clock But I never underestimate the fact That America still hate Blacks, so I gotta act Ever since I was three-fifths of a man It was clear that somebody had to take a stand So I strive to survive in a place Where your worth is determined by your race, ain't that a b**h? Nothin' funny from where I come from so I don't Wear a smile 'cause I know they got me on file Long as n***as gotta live in this hellhole I'm a freak the motherf**in' funk so the people know And recognize that as long as young brothers stay 'sleep We're born to die, sh** And that's deep [Interlude] Oh, right back once again back at ya P-Dog, still up in ya trunk Going to ya straight from the anti-gangsta I give you Guerrilla Funk