Game 11 This is a federal food fight (You better know it) That means we're callin' out all you kooks and crooks (What? We're about to rip this shit)
Yo wake up it's the 'D' crew up in here With the Black Spooks and we 'bout to drop it on y'all Y'all best get a clue Fool get a clue, get a clue, get
'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future In the future, it's gonna be a rhythm
the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry So try to focus on my dope I suggest that you invest in a telescope As I'm kicking hella rhythm
I'm makin' money, see So yo world I hope you're ready for me Now gather 'round I'm the new fool in town And my sound's laid down by the Underground I
[Shock G] I wanna go up downtown get around town Out of town for about a month overnight While the sun's shining bright in the middle Of the warm cold
the sticky, ooo-we gooy I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe I got more soul in my style than they will ever know I got more rhythm than
nickel bag full Or a dime bag of bull cause I need my tummy full Pop daddy brought a fatty, slinging that banging But underground mommy bought me hella
No, I'm talking about a fully operational, post traumatic, temple lobe, paranoid skitzophrenic, manic depressive, homicidal maniac. A classic case. This
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(feat. Black Spooks) Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue Fool get a
Hit em with the rhythm of the future [x4] [Krazy Horse/Shock G] (In the future) It's gonna be a rhythm divine A paradise peace of mind vibe for every
dwelling, hella-bumping party killer While we singing knock me down Lift me up, tell me something good And give me hella bump [Digital Underground x2
(feat. Del the Funkee Homosapien) [Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)] This is a federal food fight (You better know it!) That means we're callin out all you
your heart and leave your vision blurry So try to focus on my dope And I suggest you invest in a telescope; As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to
I need a clean six-four and a drop-top Mercedes I want it all I wanna be as fly as the others, I wanna freak my brothers With the underground street thing
ooo-we gooy I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe I got more soul in my style then they will ever know I got more rhythm than I'll ever need