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Uh, yeah, check it out
We got my man in the house
We got my man DoItAll in the house
And I'm the Mr. Funke man in the house
We got my man Lord Jazz in the house
Lords of the Underground, what's goin' on?
Well, I'm yip yip yapper, so so shaliva
I'll catch you butt naked like my girl Lady Godiva
I got my man Moe Lee in the house, I'll be damned
Check it out, y'all, let me tell you who I am
I'm Mr. Funke man
So funke, so funke, so funke, so funke
Mr. Funke man's got the funk (I got it)
He's got the funk, yeah
Check it out, I've got the mic, not the master still
Till the break of dawn
Me and DoItAll, yes, we got it goin' on
What's up, Bizzy? What is it? A blizzard?
Walk the yellow brick road, time to meet the wizard
Please, Mr. Wizard, teach me how to run a line
Nowadays everybody and they mama's trying to rhyme
But I'm sorry, the Lords have just ran up on your set
And everybody and they mama's gettin' wrecked, so tell me
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody's trying to make a hip-hop song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody and they mama's got a rap song
Turn it up, let me feel it down in my gut
So I can see the type of stuff that makes your moms move her butt
Now, you clap your hands to this and even dip the biz
And learned how to jump from a couple of kids
And picked it up, picked it up, with my man Moe Lee dread
And still haven't proved if you're a hip-hop head
So what's goin' on? What's goin' on?
And why does every other singer want to rap in his song?
Let me tell you, now everybody's on the dick
In other words, they want they stuff to hit
See, now the Tunes are sellin' and everybody's yellin'
What used to be noise is now makin' a killin'
'Cause when this first started, we got jerked kind of crazy
But what did you expect when it's 4080?
But now we're down to business and we're gettin' kind of strong
'Cause more than one rapper has a platinum song
And that still got me wonderin' what's goin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody's trying to make a hip-hop song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody and they mama's got a rap song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody's trying to make a hip-hop song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody and they mama's got a rap song
Yo, I got the sink, I got the pans, I got the pots
I got the jelly in the jam, I got the mot
You said that hip-hop wouldn't last, but it lasted
We moved to Uncle L, could be bad as Michael Jackson
Run-DMC was doin' tours in Japan
But where was Johnny Cash? Doin' time in the can
That's why I'm never sellin' out, y'all
I'd rather squat down on razor butt naked dipped in alcohol
Give up the props to hip-hop
Just like they gave to rock
Now I'm Naughty By Nature, say hooray to the hip-hop (Hey, ho)
What's this?
Underground rap gettin' props on the pop tip without goin' pop
And wreckin' shop strictly for the hops
Now it all got started when rappers went platinum
Brothers livin' small from sellin' and rappin'
Dig it, this is how it's goin' down
Lords of the Underground to the break of dawn
And if you know, then tell me what's goin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody's trying to make a hip-hop song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody and they mama's got a rap song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody's trying to make a hip-hop song
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Everybody and they mama's got a rap song
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