Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Intelligent Hoodlum
Performer
Tragedy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Percy Chapman
Composer
Marlon Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marley Marl
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, funkataz
For all the **** out there, layin' back in the ride
Very, very mackadocious
For '92 and '93, and '94
This is for your system, boomin' out of your trunk
Turn up the bass and pump the funk
But turn it down if you don't wanna hassle
'Cause if not the cops are gonna harass you
And that's just the way it'll be
So check what happened to me
While I was rollin' down 21st Street toward the bridge
Captain's Spot chicken finger lickin' with the ribs
Cops sweat the peace when they see me come rollin'
Swearin' that my vehicle's stolen
Bust a right turn past Wong's on the ave
They pull me over but they don't know the half
I sit behind the wheel like, "Man, why me?"
He was pullin' out his gun askin' for I.D
Thought I sold drugs, but the sound was the product
'Cause every **** doesn't have to sell narcotics
System's pumpin', the bass was poundin'
I should've got arrested from the way it was soundin'
Brothers I knew started gatherin' around then
Lookin' at the cop like, "Who the fuck are you?"
And started pullin' out guns on the blue
(Funky ass shit for your system) This is for your system
(Funky ass shit for your system) Turn up the bass and pump the funk
(Funky ass shit for your system)
This is for your system
(Funky ass shit for your system) Turn up the bass and pump the funk
(Funky ass shit for your system)
The cop left the scene 'cause he didn't wanna die
Brother was real and I could see it in the eyes
I liked the way things was goin' down
I jumped back in the ride and pumped up the sound
He knew he couldn't stop the plan
I seen T-N-T in a blue van
The suckers drove right past me
I thought that they were gonna harass me
I laid back fat and mackadocious
**** are givin' me looks that are ferocious
Wishin' that I fell off
But I wished they'd get the fuck off
I cruise through the ghetto blocks
Pumpin' the funky shit to make your head bop
On the boulevard the brothers get vexed
'Cause I'm pumpin' my ride like sex
And now the girls wanna give up the wet piece
'Cause they know that my flow will never cease
(Funky ass shit for your system)
(Funky ass shit for your system)
(Funky ass shit for your system)
The funky shit for your system, so let it flow
And if your system's weak then act like you know
I'm blowin' out cars in the area
And drownin' your sound, nobody's hearin' ya
Because your props are gettin' weaker
The sound is poundin' out my bass speaker
You can't come close so don't try it
I'm bringin' more noise than a riot
It gets harder to resist 'em
This is the funky ass shit for your system
(Funky ass shit for your system)
(Funky ass shit for your system)
(Funky ass shit for your system)
(Funky ass shit for your system)
Written by: Marlon Williams, Percy Chapman