U Don’t Hear Me Tho’ (Street Mix)

[Intro: Joe Cooley]

But you don't hear me though

[Pre-Chorus]

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Pumpkin]

Funk, funk, funky

[Verse 1: Rodney O]

Mothafuckin' punk, look who's hangin' out with the Falcons

Just because you're on top of the mountain

But what goes up, must come down ho

They didn't give a fuck about you years ago

So what you're gonna do when it's starts sinkin'

Mothafucka, you probably start drinkin'

I don't know, but I'll never be a sucker's friend

Just because a fool's makin' dead presidents

Rodney O & Joe Cooley will never quit

And all that bullshit dancin' ain't sayin shit

I'm only down with my homies from the get-go

Fuck O.P.P. and a sideshow

If you don't like it, here goes my middle finger

Rodney O's keepin' one in the chamber

Who you're foolin' you puffy pants punk ho

Back to the hook fool, but you don't hear me though

[Chorus: Pumpkin]

Funk, funk, funky

[Verse 2: Joe Cooley]

Here I go with the flow, some dope stuff from Joe

Why don't you sit back, hey yo, and bop with the tempo

So what up, niggas? Yeah, I got the funky jam

Come up on your blindside, aw shit, here I am

I'm not down with the R&B, it make me sick

Seeing a crooner tryin to add a rap a little bit

You know what I'm talkin' about, that shit's not real rap

They try to add the hip-hop flavor, and it's still wack

Rodney O, Joe Cooley got the gangster track

Comin' off strong, we're not givin' no slack

Kickin' street shit cause I know it would stick

I got the hoochie mamas hummin' on my dick

Sit back rap lovers and smile

The crew is about to entertain ya for a while

You love it, you like it, it's a straight up rap show

And to you R&B fans, you don't hear me though

[Scratching: Joe Cooley]

[Interlude]

Y'all ready for this?

[Bridge]

Who we?

[Verse 3: Rodney O]

Time for me to kick another fly funky verse

And if I die, put a sound system in my hearse

You don't hear me though, it's a title, bro

I'm callin' money when I slam down my domino

Ugh, fever in the funk house, yeah

And if you play, then you know what I'm talkin about

Who you're foolin' when you say that you can fade the O?

I got a New York critic in a choke hold

He dissed my record cause he didn't like my vocals

Now I'm showin' him the meaning of loco

I'm not friends with my peers, so I'm overlooked

I got the p-funk, fool, on a funky hook

I'm payin' suckers back for all the years of dissin' me

But now I'm rollin', and there ain't no stoppin' me

Rodney O and Joe down with the psycho

Back to the hook, fool, but you don't hear me though

[Chorus: Pumpkin]

Funk, funk, funky

[Verse 4: Joe Cooley]

L.A.'s the place where the hardcore is happenin'

That's the way it is, so that's the way we're rappin'

Some New Yorkers don't know where we're comin from

And one had the nerve to try to diss Compton?

I take it personal when you diss my hood, son

Now you got me wanna break you off somethin' (Yeah)

Now you got me wanna break you off somethin'

[Chorus: Joe Cooley & Pumpkin]

Funk, funk, funky

Joe Cooley is funk, funk, funky

Rodney O is funk, funk, funkyn

This jam is funk, funk, funky

But you don't hear me though

[Pre-Chorus]

Uh, uh

[Chorus: Pumpkin]

Funk, funk, funky

[Outro: Joe Cooley]

But you don't hear me though