Låttexter: Funkdoobiest. Funk's On Me.

Confusion
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]

C'mon

Yo, here's the intro, it's nice and simple
'Cuz Son's the nympho, well, there's the info
I'm the B boy who takes out decoys
Like Leonard Nimoy, heard Bruce Leroy

I'm catchin' bullets with my teeth
To make it brief, yo, I got no beef
But I'm feelin' iry, that's in my diary
My voice is fiery, fuck my rivalry

I drink pina colady, I get diabolic like the bubonic
Plague, egg is the shape of my dome
Don't bring it home if you can't use a comb
I side with the Dukes for all my folks
I rock the crowd and go for broke

'Cuz the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me

C'mon

I'll do the tango to the Star Spangled
Play the bango then eat a mango
'Cuz I funk daily like Pearl Bailey
I'm not an Israeli but I'm hittin' like Halley's

Comet, drop it, funk is the topic
I'm off like a rocket, a porno in the pocket
I'm different, funk's what I'm stimpin'
Like Andy Griffith, think I'll go fishin'

Catch me a crooner, the crazy Son dueler
Mr. Wang also got big fat cojones
Step to the fellow like Abbott and Costello
I'm kinda mellow yet I can't stand yellow

'Cuz the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me

'Cuz the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me

What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]
What are the fuckin' players [Incomprehensible]

I kick the phat funk for your back trunk
No, I smack punks, who's Michael Jackson?
'Cuz I rock a party, golly Miss Molly
Know I'm flava like beef teriyaki

Skills are scorchin', here's a portion
Punk, use caution like Wheel of Fortune
Go round and round, where will it stop?
I throw hip hop, so I'll never get dropped

The Soul Assasin, who's strong like Sampson
I'm ill like Manson, I'm harrassin'
Empty MC's, so punk, don't tempt me
You know I'm flava just like Dente

The funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me

Yeah, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me

I said, the funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me
The funk's on me, the funk's on me, the funk's on me