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, some say I need a vacation
 Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
 But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
 to the next paragraph I must move on
 You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song

 [W.C. and Coolio]
 Get on up on that funk
 And maybe you'll feel better
 (repeat 2X)

 ..

 "Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"

 [Coolio]
 I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
 I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
 Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
 to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
 I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
 I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
 Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
 On tape like great, dominate the record player
 So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
 and give the real meanin of the word funk

 [W.C.]
 What's my meanin of the word funk?
 Well let me give a demonstration
 Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
 In other words, an organization of my homeboys
 stealin from the rich and famous
 And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo
 Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
 Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
 Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
 Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
 all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
 Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
 with your brand new cars
 Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
 was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS
 That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
 But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
 So everybody watch your back
 I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
 (I know you can funk these words to the letter
 Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)

 [W.C. and Coolio]
 Get on up on that funk
 And maybe you'll feel better
 (repeat 4X