[Coolio]

Get on up on that funk

And maybe you'll feel better

(repeat 2X)

I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me

The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly

Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum

Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run

Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset

I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck

Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack

Funk is addictive, but not like crack black

I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit

The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits

is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good

My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood

But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco

Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio

It's that funk yes, won't settle for less

Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out

[W.C. and Coolio]

Get on up on that funk

And maybe you'll feel better

(repeat 2X)

[W.C.]

Check it out

Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo

I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle

And this is a preview, somethin to move to

Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you

Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual

But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial

Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central

I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential

I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall

Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball

Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)

Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride

Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin

Been rappin so long