If You Have To Ask lyrics

A wanna be gangster thinkin' he's a wise guy

Rob another bank, he's a sock 'em in the eye guy

Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy

Look him the eye, he's not my kinda guy

Never wanna be confusion proof

Pudding's sweet but too aloof

Orange eye girl with a backslide dew said

Yo homie who you talkin' to

A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass

One uppercut to the cold upper middle class

Born to storm on boredom's face

And a little lust to the funky ass flea bass

Most in the race just lose their grace

The blackest hole in all of space

Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb

Anybody wanna come get some

If you have to ask

You'll never know

Funky motherfuckers

Will not be told to go

Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high

Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye

Searchin' for a soul bride, she's my freakette

Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret

Much more than meets the eye

To the funk I fall into my new ride

My hand my hand, magic on the one is a medicine man

Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill

Dancin' on their face like a stage on Vaudeville

I feel so good can't be understood

Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood

If you have to ask

You'll never know

Funky motherfuckers

Will not be told to go