1. A wanna be gangster thinkin' he's a wise guy 
   Rob another bank, he's a sock 'em in the eye guy 
   Tank head mister Bonnie and Clyde guy 
   Look him in the eye, he's not my kinda guy 
   Never wanna be confusion prefer 
   Pudding sweet, but too aloofer 
   Orange eyed girl with a backslide dew said 
   "Yo, homie, who you talkin' to?"
   
   Backed up paddy wagon, mackin' on a cat's ass 
   One upper cut to the cold, upper middle class 
   Born to storm on boredom's face 
   Add a little lust to the funky ass Flea bass 
   Most in the race just lose their grace 
   The blackest hole in all of space 
   Crooked as a hooker, now, suck my thumb 
   Anybody wanna come get some? 
   
R: If you have to ask 
   You'll never know 
   Funky mother fucker will not 
   Be told to go 
   
2. Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high 
   Mister Bubble meets superfly in my third eye 
   Searchin' for a soul bride, she's my freakette 
   Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret 
   Much more than meets the eye 
   To the funk I fall into my new ride
    
   My hand, my hand 
   Magic on the one is a medicine man 
   Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill 
   Dancin' on their face like a stage on Vaudeville 
   I feel so good, can't be understood 
   Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood 
   
R: If you have to ask...