[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
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 dope?
Spectacular, I 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)
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
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 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 couldspeak 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 dope record tooken out of the backstreets
Y`all know the words, so yo, sing along
(Ain`t nothin goin on but a funky song)
[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]
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
(Ain`t nothin goin on...)
Peace
(...but a funky song)
