E-40 - Rasta Funky Style lyrics

[Intro] How would you describe your type of singing? It doesn't fit into any category that I've ever seen before It's not folk singing, it's not rock n roll, it's not progressive jazz, it's not swinging What is it? Rom pompom goes the whompers to the cranium Bustin out churri drums in an uncontrollable outburst, hear me out now! One time pull me over cause they see me come past d yard, slammin so hard! Me ready now! [Chorus] Rasta funky style (x7) A rasta funky style Rasta funky style (x7) Me rasta funky style [Verse 1] Come right along, come right along, come right along wit me Spitting up on d mic is Mr flamboyant E-40! I likin when ma style is jaffing very sporty Strugglin strife all my life to make a little bit a money Give someone an inch and watch me take a 2 Can't be nice to people, take advantage of you Smile up in yo face and wanna get down with yo crew I felt like I can see right through some people, no can do People believin that the fat means greasy Until they get locked up an get shagged into d booty That's when you start notice that the life is not a cartoon This won't happen to you, if you're listenin to this tune [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm labelled to most, one a d most dopest rappers in history Inherited the gift of spit from the genes up in ma family Pork chop I eat (yes), but liver I will not (nah) When mommy's cooking stew I put ma finger in d pot She slaps me on the hand and say ‘young boy have you gone mad? If you don't like how I raised you then go live wit your dad' I become quite upset, angry enough to war! Start stompin all across the floor then I slammed ma room door! An act of disobedience which is the wrong ingredients All it takes is jus one tiniest form a insight from a genius To put it in perspective, video jukebox you selected Campaign around this town,with this beat and get elected Hussler on the doe, hitting hard like ridd Some of our raps are fast, some of our raps are slow V town, California, where I born raised and grow My favourite animated TV show, Tennessee Tuxedo Etcetera,etcetera,etcetera,me no smoke c**aine Too hard on my brain, might drive me insane Lyrical king, the lyrical king,E-40 the lyrical king (x2) [Chorus] [Verse 3] E-40 wanna slowin it up, tippin ma cup To make a toast (boop, boop, boop) for 90 dos Or what I say Peace goes out to d CLICK drivin on me insane With that premeditated game, a yea Now pa** d drink to d left and side text us Now pa** d 40 to d right and side drink us Now pa** d denk to d left and side denk us Now pa** d 40 to d left and slide drink us Follow me now! Put it in and get stupida, (a say a), drink it up until yo ocha If the munchies didn't go , write some riddles add some symbols Make up symbols, can't resist em Now everybody sing da lingo [Chorus] [Outro] Why don't you like drop d lyrics wit d greatest effies How come you can't spit the lyrics from the hillside posse No good times could d one times make our country not free I thought this was the land of the opportunity