The Coup - Funk (remix) lyrics

[boots] I used to kick it with a brother named, moe Moe used to kick it with a brother named, joe Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend lateisha Whose brother elmo, looked like me Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker And all of them was mostly come lookin for me Imagine that, fat motherf**ers with bats tryin To rat pack, uhh, time to get a gat So i'm strapped cause i'm trapped like roger thomas in his fat Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap Saturday twelve o'clock, told e-roc, the whole plot And what not, about, how our men are spottin [e-roc] It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's And this supposed to be some ruthless negros? They regretting, len saying "pull that hoyle card" Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hard I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated But don't trip, i got a .380 if it's needed This is a lesson you can pa** or flunk So pile on the right guard, we got serious funk Singers: Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x) [boots] Bet george and bootsy, never had funk like this Catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this Rift that i'ma go through, maybe i can flow through This whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel And my friends make suggestions... That i should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question If i die by the trigger of a misled brother Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others? I believe no, so i don't go, with the flow Even though i'm bout to roll with no paddle Up a creek called sh**, light is lit on the situation Is me and him is gonna decrease the population Now we wonder why our revolution never grow k**in motherf**ers just for steppin on our toe If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did For ourselves, the blood would never flow again And then, the uzis that were once used to k** each other Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others But the funk keeps growing like a fungus... Singers: Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x) [boots] Four years til i'm twenty-five, now i got a forty-five Caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix Don't want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton Seein my face with a caption, askin "have you seen boots, he's missing in action" This sh** is more off the wall than michael jackson Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others Screwin brothers but the coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin On the corner, talkin revolution from petoria to florida It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner On a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think i'm Poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries The genocidal funk so i'm a punk if i don't blast they a** But i gots more funk for the rulin cla** Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin National guard sent in for when we got beef You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk Singers: Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (repeat 4x)