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it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car thats goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
something about you, before you even open your mouth"

Manny had a funky hat shop, south of town where everyone stopped
To sit and chat, get a hat, and maybe
it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car thats goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
crying
'Cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go
Ah, but you know she'll get by

Because she's living in the love of the common
Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago
And more than that, no one seemed to know

Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
The entire
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
to the brothers on 10th Street
It's goin down in the Oakland town
Home of the infamous Too $hort sound
So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary
And if
go

Far, far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin', wherever you've been
Waving goodbye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over,
or sin, 
Oh, it's good to be in town, 
In the funky dives on the old west sid 
there's always somethin' goin' down. 
Oh yes , I live my life with
Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the DJ Unknown
What, Unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was
and right brain
Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
that's one to live by or either that one
If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions
(Hey baby, hey, had something last night, man, it was strange, it taste so good, it was
no weak shit
Now you're goin out like MC Bitch
And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker
Why you want to make fake beats, muthafucka
Shoulda came
to be in town
In the funky dives on the old West Side
There's always something goin' down
Yes, I live my life with strangers and the danger's always
or chill nigga

(Chorus)

[Cop]
Lie down with your hands behind your back
[Gun being cocked]
[Bizzy Bone]
Naw bitch you lie your funky ass on the ground..now
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
bet we got some
Busta's discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man) 
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
bet we got some
Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin' all the Ying-Yang

Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man) 
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the met, chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the foe when
they black moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the met-chod motherfucker
the music, then I'm right behind 
With a posse, a mic and a funky rhyme 
It doesn't take a lot of time for me to climb 
And whem I'm going for mine, I'm
Well, if it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky