[Verse 1: Redman]
Aw, it's nothing but funk in this motherfucker here!
Ayo, it's Redman, dog, you know the deal
I'm watching New Jack City in my steering wheel
Man, I live for the funk, I kill at will
Nigga fucking large, I'm in the NFL
Gilla, the Man On Fire like Denzel
I rock steady, my heat'll make you wind-mill
That's real, dot, R-A-W
Straight out my mother womb, right to the rubber room
I'm psycho, automatics
Since a youngin', blowing phone booths with half-sticks
I ain't give a fuck, now I'm trying to own a mountain
Standing on it, yelling "Ricola!"
Me, Smalls, Nate Dogg on the same beat
We fuck hoes, send 'em home like the Yankees
Brick City, ya nigga a threat
That's how I act when Bad Boy cut Gilla a check
Yep! Haha
[Hook: Nate Dogg, (Bosko)]
When they ask us what we want (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Live and die for the funk (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
All I want is bitches! Big booty bitches!
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
From stayin' in my business, what is this relentless
Approach to know if I'm broke or not?
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
Huh! I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave., I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
The funk, baby!
[Hook: Nate Dogg, (Bosko)]
When they ask us what we want (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Live and die for the funk (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
[Verse 3: Redman, Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, yo, I live and die for the funk, ya'll
And for the funk, I'll go pop the trunk, ya'll
Brick City, the place where my head rest
50 shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdemeanor
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
"What's love got to do..."
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew?
Strapped like Bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons
Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life
Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk, baby!
[Hook: Nate Dogg, (Bosko)]
When they ask us what we want (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Live and die for the funk (The funk, baby)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I die for the funk, baby)
[Bridge: Bosko]
Jazze Pha lives and dies for the funk
Bosko lives and dies for the funk
Bad Boy lives and dies for the funk
And B.I.G., he lived and died for the funk, baby
[Outro: Bosko]
Ooh... the funk, baby
I live for the funk
I die for the funk, baby
Ooh... the funk, baby
I live for the funk
I die for the funk, baby
