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