Funky Song-Low Profile

Funky Song - Low Profile Yo Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on No wait a minute hm hm, now let me check my tone Before I start rockin Yo, what we're callin this homes? Ain't nothin goin on word Well, if it ain't nothin but a funky song, I'm in it to win it Properly fitted, so let's get with it My lyrical format breaks and bends the rules For those of you who wanna battle my crew I come from the family down with Priority Peace to N.W.A and Eazy E And to the homies everywhere that's down with Low Pro Y'all want funk? Yo, yo, now here we go Can I come on, or should I come off smooth and d**e? Spectacular to make a amateur choke You see, it's gotta be funky, doper than the average funk song That's why I didn't come off strong I chose a laid back jack and watched the others swoop and holler They try to kick funk, but yo, why did they bother This is pure funk, so y'all sing along Ain't nothin goin on but a funky song Funk the word for the day that I speak upon It's like a drug, you could say that I'm sprung Every time that I speak I pertain to a funky crowd Turn up the radio, make sure that it's loud The woofers are bumpin, the tweeders and tweetin, the bass is kickin' Doub's about to start the rippin' All these MC's sound alike screamin off of funky tracks Got the nerve to put the garbage on wax Artificial MC's, I break em with ease, they get dunked They all lack the true meanin' of funk A street hardcore sample with a positive tip This here is so funky, all I need is a mothership A pair of twelves and a mic in my hand, see So I can get busy for those down with me Have you yellin' my name while I pertain to the brain Cause when it comes to funk, I'm leavin permanent stains So change arrange and yo, I ain't a new jack, gee Aladdin gave me the mic, so I could speak my piece Funk, the universal language, now can you swing it? Some tried, but came softer than a Danish Dunkenhein rappers is soft, they can't compete Now here's a d**e record tooken out of the backstreets Y'all know the words, so yo, sing along Ain't nothin goin on but a funky song So now we come to the final verse of the song I came to short circuit, so go and clap along Wave your hands in the air while you shout and go off But keep away from the stage, Because you might get tossed Yo, now here's somethin that I know that you like Somethin funky, but yet though, it's gotta be hype So sing along, even though when I'm gone