Rasta Funky Style

[Intro]
How would you describe your type of singing?
It doesn’t fit into any category that I’ve ever seen before
It’s not folk singing, it’s not rock n roll, it’s not progressive jazz, it’s not swinging
What is it?
Rom pompom goes the whompers to the cranium
Bustin out churri drums in an uncontrollable outburst, hear me out now!
One time pull me over 'cause they see me come past d yard, slammin so hard!
Me ready now!

[Hook]
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

[Verse 1]
Come right along, come right along, come right along wit me
Spitting up on d mic is Mr flamboyant E-40!
I likin when ma style is jaffing very sporty
Strugglin strife all my life to make a little bit a money
Give someone an inch and watch me take a 2
Can’t be nice to people, take advantage of you
Smile up in yo face and wanna get down with yo crew
I felt like I can see right through some people, no can do
People believin that the fat means greasy
Until they get locked up an get shagged into d booty
That’s when you start notice that the life is not a cartoon
This won’t happen to you, if you’re listenin to this tune

[Hook]
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

[Verse 2]
I’m labeled to most, as one a the most dopest rappers in history
Inherited the gift of spit from the genes up in my family
Pork chop I eat (yes), but liver I will not (nah)
When mommy’s cooking stew I put my finger in the pot
She slaps me on the hand and say, "Young boy have you gone mad?
If you don’t like how I raised you then go live wit your dad"
I become quite upset, angry enough to war
Start stompin all across the floor then I slammed my room door!
An act of disobedience which is the wrong ingredients
All it takes is just a teeniest form of slang from a genius
To put it in perspective, video jukebox you selected
Campaign around this town with this beat and get elected
Hustler on the doe, hitting hard like [?]
Some of our raps are fast, some of our raps are slow
V town, California, where I born raised and grow
My favorite animated TV show, Tennessee Tuxedo
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, me no smoke cocaine
Too hard on my brain, might drive me insane
Lyrical king, the lyrical king, E-40 the lyrical king
Lyrical king, the lyrical king, E-40 the lyrical king

[Hook]
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

[Verse 3]
E-40 wanna slowin it up, tippin ma cup
To make a toast (boop, boop, boop) for 90 dos
Or what I say
Peace goes out to da CLICK drivin on me insane
With that premeditated game, ah yeah
Now pass da drink to d left and side text us
Now pass da 40 to d right and side drink us
Now pass da denk to d left and side denk us
Pass da 40 to d left and slide drink us
Follow me now!
Put it in and get stupida, (a say a), drink it up until yo ocha
If the munchies didn’t go [?], write some riddles add some symbols
Make up [?], can’t resist em
Now everybody sing da lingo

[Hook]
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

[Outro]
Why don’t you like drop d lyrics wit da greatest effies
How come you can’t spit the lyrics from the hillside posse
No good times could da one times make our country not free
I thought this was the land of the opportunity
Why don’t you like drop d lyrics wit da greatest effies
How come you can’t spit the lyrics from the hillside posse
No good times could da one times make our country not free
I thought this was the land of the opportunity