Guerrilla Funk

Beatin' down your block, it's the brother with the bomb shit Comin' with the sound, makin' underground bomb hits Doin' '94, it's time for some action I'm askin', "which one of y'all is down for the count?" Now, still in the warzone, in '94 it's on But I'm full grown, fuckin' with the microphone P-Dog creepin' in the drop with the dirty eye Still fuckin' with the man and it's kinda odd That a nigga roll down and let the shit to go Still gotta pray for the L.A. replay Black folks still braindead to the truth But I still got love, so I'm comin' through With a trunk full of funk that I make ya Separate the real from the fake each and everyday Understand it's a must that I tear shit up And I still won't budge And that's deep We got that shit that you can feel And ya know we're comin' real, baby Ya know it's hidden in ya trunk Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby Right back up in ya with the mothafuckin' dose Of the truth and you House-niggas can't come close To the P-R, the O, B-L-A-C-K Still lookin' for a way to make us rise each and every day Brothers, listen to the sound when I bump P-Dog, and I'm hittin' ya in ya trunk with the funk Got that down home shit ya love I never slipped chippin' with the monster bug You know it go on and on and I won't stop Comin' with the militant grooves that'll keep y'all spirits lit Long as niggas keep dyin', I'm a keep servin' Hip-hop 'til the bullshit stops Back in the name of Allah, the one true God Stand tall, bringin' truth to all y'all So buck that devil and pass me the fish bitch And know I never switch hit And that's deep We got the shit that you can feel And ya know we're comin' real, baby Ya know it's hidden in ya trunk Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby Take a listen to the sound, 'cause, um It's goin' down, baby (That's the law) Ya know we keep it on the one Righteous, Guerrilla Funk, baby One more dead Black man You can ask K-Cloud 'cause this shit is out of hand All I do is see the world just stand around and watch Niggas drop like flies around the clock But I never underestimate the fact That America still hate Blacks, so I gotta act Ever since I was three-fifths of a man It was clear that somebody had to take a stand So I strive to survive in a place Where your worth is determined by a race, ain't that a bitch? Nothin' funny from where I'm comin' from so I don't Wear a smile 'cause I know they got me on file Long as niggas gotta live in they cellhole I'm a freak the motherfuckin' funk so the people know And recognize that as long as young brothers stay 'sleep We born to die, shit, and that's deep Oh, once again, right back once again back at ya P-Dog, still up in ya trunk Comin' to ya straight from the anti-gangsta I give you, Guerrilla Funk