Ridin' On The Funk - Kokane

Yeah man, I wanna

I wanna make a nigga toast, man

A nigga toast to what

Ya always have it poppin'

You know what am sayin'

Always, nigga

Err, well good morning

Welcome to the brand new world today

Err, tonight we got in a special studio

All the way from America all the way from Pomona

All the way from the States you know

Ahh, his name is Kokane

But sometimes this, ah

I’m listening to this tape

And it seems to be something like different

It seems, it seems like you actually found

A, a, a formula for doing funk, you know

Not just assembling, you know

Ah, ah, explain more about that

What do you think about that Kokane

Funk

The final frontier

These are the voices from the underground

Funkin' 'em

I just want to ride upon the funk

And feel so free

So gutter up and ground in the host

In the cast of the rap comatose

For this is the chunk that you been waiting for

Funk

Fee fii funk

Don’t bite the funk that feeds ya cause we don’t need ya

Funk’em

Smoke’em

We are the ones

There is too many

There is no time

Funk 'em

Funk 'em

Funk 'em

It’s like dip dip dive, so so socialize

Welcome to the world of funk-ology

Say you say tom-ay-to and I say tom-ah-to

I like ass better than potato

Rollin with my gun, yo

The shit be kickin' it

Lickin' and hittin' from evil bitches

I’m all in them stitches

So swing down sweet chariot, stop

Let me ride upon the funk-a-style'ic funk

Well alright

I just want to ride upon the funk

And feel so free

This long term gift

Especially Kokane?

That is street niggas run in packs

Sorta like dogs

Searching for a bone

Would you die for the funk

Would you die for the funk in you

Yeah

Can you cope

Batter up

Ghetto nut

Ghetto nut

Rolling around with the black comatose

Artifical funk is not us

Artifical funk is not permitted in this realms

Of funk 'em sa?

Funk 'em

Funk 'em

Well alright ya’ll

Its like a

Givin' a funk where

When, err, yeah

Do you dear to test the clones of the bee’s wax in the city

Comin from the do wop shitty’s

Well alright ya’ll

So err, I can’t cope with no artificial lecture

But only want to kiss me on my vibe?

catcher

So ahh, won’t you gutter up

And don’t, err, play high post?

Cause I dwell in the realm of the black comatose

Well alright

Aha

I toast the funk