Gettin' Funky In The Joint

(Say, muthafucka

What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this

Funky joint?)

My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum

My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum-drum-drum

My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum

Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come

The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e

Rope-a-dope and definitely in the place to be

Came to tear it up and now I put you in the wrong mode

I deliver lyrics for the s-p's in song mode

You can't delete it, rappers can't beat it

It's just like crack, when you start, you need it

So light me up right, go 'head, take a puff

Sho nuff, you love that Mellow Man stuff

So you come back for more, eh - wantin to score, eh -

Rewound tapes of funky joints, you can't ignore, ya

Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly

Go to ten stores, but you just can't find me

Cause I sold out, that's without a doubt

Cause that's what makin money is all about

So I'm sorry, soft sport, you come up short

Cause you ain't got the money to pay for rhymes of this sort

Every day you come up shorter with a dollar and a quarter

I should smack you right now, that's what I oughta

Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point

Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint

(Say, muthafucka)

(Say, muthafucka)

(Say, muthafucka

What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this

Funky joint?)

Now I'm not the kid you wanna go with, know it

Good and well that I'm the bilingual poet

I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribe's in a

Gangsta bang, cause it ain't nothin but a thang

I come off like niggas, never pull triggers

Never live foul, but to girls I send shivers

So the day I die on my tomb it'll say

'He smoked muthafuckas and got pussy all day'

So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder

Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father

But I'm just an outgoing kid that be flowing

Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing

So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up

Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma cold smack up

One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed

And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs

So check me out, hey, you just got done

By the Babalu Boy droppin lyrics on the one

I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point

Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, gettin funky in the joint

[Rammmelzee]

(We're gettin funky

This is the funky beat)

[Rammelzee]

(Funky)

(Get funky)

Yo, I'm smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker

Never know what I'll hit next like [name]

Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch

Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?)

And you don't even run up, or try to get some of

This milky vocal-dropper, dope son of a gun

Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, work it out

Cause that's what throwin joints is all about

I come ready steady ready (what?) to cut you up like Freddy

(Who?) Krueger, and wild up like Crazy Eddie

(With what?) with crazy vocab (and) dope gift of gab

(What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad

So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper

The man on the mic servin you type of

Hype that slams on time to basslines

But back up off me, nigga, let the mastermind rhyme

I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point

Mellow's in the house, gettin funky in the joint

(Say, muthafucka)

(Say, muthafucka)

(Say, muthafucka

What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this

Funky joint?

Much money I done spent in here

Nigga, I knew your mama when she was hoein)