[Intro: Nate Dogg]
Black Cadillac, on Vogues
Sittin' back, thinkin'
Things ain't the same no mo'
We want Biggie
Big ups to the East Coast Brooklyn don
Heads still bouncin'
Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
We want Biggie
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let niggas know (Let 'em know!)
That if you fuck with Big-N-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas saying, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks, it's
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
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 2: 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 windmill
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 3: Busta Rhymes]
Real talk, nigga, Flipmode Squad's in the building
Put your ones up, tribute the god, look
All gathered around, bounce to the funk
Got the whole club stink with the aroma of the skunk
Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga, ain't nothing change
Rep Big in the hood like he still on St. James
Check it, nigga gon' see why–we try
We continue to rep the funk in the name of the god B.I.
Get dressed, mamis try to step up in the spotlight
We honoring one of the greatest, yes, we gotta rep him right
Homie, I ain't done, let me keep giving you funk shit
Busta Bust does just what he do, now let me run shit
Yeah, peep heat we bringin', rep the funk to the fullest
Still, we keep drillin'
Niggas all up in they head 'cause I said we always will, and
Put it down for Big-Heavy, still B.K. swingin'
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)
