If You Have to Ask

A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him the eye He's not my kinda guy Never be Confusion proof Pudding's sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With a backslide dew said Yo homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom's face And a little lust To the fucky ass flea bass Most in the race Just lose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some [Chorus] If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high Mr. Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searchin' for a soul bride She's my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin' of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Dancin' on their face Like a stage on vaudeville I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin' my red hood [Chorus]