Gettin Funky In The Joint

(Say, mutha*****a
What you mean you aint gon let me in this
Funky joint?)
My homie Snoop Lovers on the drum, the drum
My homie Snoop Lovers on the drum-drum-drum
My homie Snoop Lovers on the diddy-drum-drum
Me, Im Mellow Man, Im on the mic, so here I come
[ VERSE 1 ]
The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e
Rope-a-**** 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 -ps in song mode
You cant delete it, rappers cant beat it
Its 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 cant ignore, ya
Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly
Go to ten stores, but you just cant find me
Cause I sold out, thats without a doubt
Cause thats what makin money is all about
So Im sorry, soft sport, you come up short
Cause you aint 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, thats what I oughta
Do, cause I dont play, I just get straight to the point
Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint
(Say, mutha*****a)
(Say, mutha* ****a)
(Say, mutha*****a
What you mean you aint gon let me in this
Funky joint?)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now Im not the kid you wannago with, know it
Good and well that Im the bilingual poet
I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribes in a
Gangsta bang, cause it aint nothin but a thang
I come off like * ****s, never pull triggers
Never live foul, but to girls I send *****vers
So the day I die on my tomb itll say
He smoked mutha**** *as and got ***** all day
So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder
Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father
But Im 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 Ima cold smack up
One by one, cause aint a damn thing changed
And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs
So check me out, hey, you just got done
I wont bull*****t, I just get straight to the point
Mellow Man is in the house, yall, gettin funky in the joint
(Were gettin funky
This is the funky beat) --> Rammmelzee
(Funky)
(Get funky) --> Rammelzee
[ VERSE 3 ]
Yo, Im smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker
Never know what Ill hit next like [name]
Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch
Your girl, shes a schemer, so I say (what up, *****?)
And you dont even run up, or try to get some of
This milky vocal -dropper, **** son of a gun
Mellow Man is in the house, yall, work it out
Cause thats 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) **** 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, *****, let the mastermind rhyme
I wont bull*****t, I just get straight to the point
Mellows in the house, gettin funky in the joint
(Say, mutha*****a)
(Say, mutha*****a)
(Say, mutha*****a
What you mean you aint gon let me in this
Funky joint?
Much money I done spent in here
*****, I knew your mama when she was hoein)