Cold 187um - Ridin' On The Funk lyrics

[Intro] [Cold 187um] Yeah man, I wanna I wanna make a n***a toast, man [Kokane] A n***a toast to what [Cold 187um] Ya always have it poppin' You know what am sayin' Always, n***a [Intro: Kokane as radio host] 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 a**embling, 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 [Chorus] I just want to ride upon the funk And feel so free {in background} 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 [Verse] 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 a** better than potato Rollin with my gun, yo The sh** be kickin' it Lickin' and hittin' from evil b**hes I'm all in them stitches So swing down sweet chariot, stop Let me ride upon the funk-a-style'ic funk Well alright [Chorus] I just want to ride upon the funk And feel so free {in background} This long term gift Especially Kokane? That is street n***as 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 [Outro] 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 sh**ty'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