Funky Song Lyrics - We're In This Thing Together - Low Profile

[ VERSE 1: W.C. ] 

Yo Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on 

No wait a minute - hm-hm, now let me check my tone 

(Before I start rockin) Yo, what we're callin this homes? 

(Ain't nothin goin on...) word 

Well, if it ain't nothin but a funky song, I'm in it to win it 

Properly fitted, so let's get with it 

My lyrical format breaks and bends the rules 

For those of you who want to battle my crew 

I come from the family down with Priority 

Peace to N.W.A and Eazy-E 

And to the homies everywhere that's down with Low Pro 

y'all want funk? Yo, yo, now here we go 

Can I come on, or should I come off smooth and dope? 

Spectacular, I make a amateur choke 

You see, it's gotta be funky, doper than the average funk song 

That's why I didn't come off strong 

I chose a laid back jack and watched the others swoop and holler 

They try to kick funk, but yo, why did they bother 

This is pure funk, so y'all sing along 

(Ain't nothin goin on but a funky song) 

[ VERSE 2: W.C. ] 

Funk - the word for the day that I speak upon 

It's like a drug, you could say that I'm sprung 

Every time that I speak I pertain to a funky crowd 

Turn up the radio, make sure that it's loud 

The woofers are bumpin, the tweeders and tweetin 

The bass is kickin, doubt's about to start rippin 

All these MC's sound alike screamin off of funky tracks 

Got the nerve to put the garbage on wax 

Artificial MC's, I break em with ease, they get dunked 

They all lack the true meanin of funk 

A street hardcore sample with a positive tip 

This here is so funky, all I need is a mothership 

A pair of twelves and a mic in my hand, see 

So I can get busy for those down with me 

Have you yellin my name while I pertain to the brain 

Cause when it comes to funk, I'm leavin permanent stains 

So change arrange and yo, I ain't a new jack, gee 

Aladdin gave me the mic, so I couldspeak my piece 

Funk, the universal language, now can you swing it? 

Some tried, but came softer than a Danish 

Dunkenhein rappers is soft, they can't compete 

Now here's a dope record tooken out of the backstreets 

y'all know the words, so yo, sing along 

(Ain't nothin goin on but a funky song) 

[ VERSE 3: W.C. ] 

So now we come to the final verse of the song 

I came to short-circuit, so go and clap along 

Wave your hands in the air while you shout and go off 

But keep away from the stage, because you might get tossed 

Yo, now here's somethin that I know that you like 

Somethin funky, but yet though, it's gotta be hype 

So sing along, even though when I'm gone 

(Ain't nothin goin on...) 

Peace 

(...but a funky song)