[Boots]
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I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
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Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
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Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
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Whose brother Elmo, looked like me
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Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
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Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
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Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
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and all of them was mostly come lookin for me
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Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
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To rat pack, uhh, time to get a gat
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So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
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momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
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Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole plot
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And what not, about, how our men are spottin
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[E-Roc]
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It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's
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And this supposed to be some ruthless negros?
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They regretting, Len saying "Pull that Hoyle card"
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Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hard
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I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
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But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's needed
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This is a lesson you can pass or flunk
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So pile on the Right Guard, we got serious funk
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Singers:
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Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)
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[Boots]
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Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this
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catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
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rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
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this whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
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and my friends make suggestions...
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that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
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If I die by the trigger of a misled brother
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could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
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I believe no, so I don't go, with the flow
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even though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
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up a creek called shit, light is lit on the situation
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Is me and him is gonna decrease the population
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Now we wonder why our revolution never grow
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Killin motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
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If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did
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for ourselves, the blood would never flow again
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And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other
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Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers
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And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others
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But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...
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Singers:
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Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)
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[Boots]
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Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
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caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix
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Don't want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
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Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips
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You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton
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seein my face with a caption, askin
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"Have you seen Boots, he's missing in action"
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This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
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Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
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screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
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on the corner, talkin revolution from Petoria to Florida
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It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
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on a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
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poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries
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the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
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But I gots more funk for the rulin class
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Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
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Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin
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National Guard sent in for when we got beef
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You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk
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Singers:
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Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)
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Funk (Remix)
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The Coup |