urban rapsody

rick james

come on

come on

come on with the funk thang

come on

come on

come on with the funk thang

come on

come on

come on with the funk thang

come on

come on

come on with the funk thang

urban rapsody

just the sound

sound of the ghetto

even if you came through the party with some ass

don't need no cash with the vip pass

in your pocket or your purse

be my first verse

raps an addiction such as pulp fiction

i represent the west

the number one

we be the best

no walking with no limping

no

i don't do no simpin'

sticking to my player script suckas keep trippin' slippin'

spread a lot of game

that's what the people want me

that you act that player hatin' copycat

same little trip

you talk down on a player track

if you wonder how i got the boss game

smokin' on mary jane

listenin' to rick james

uh

bring the funk

urban rapsody

just the sound

sound of the ghetto

urban rapsody

yeah

just the sound

eenie meenie miny moe

no matter what hood

that you come from

you get out if you just could

pimps

players and pushers on the corner block

you should see all the money that you can clock

in the ghetto

you can hear a rapsody

and the melody is written just for you and me

call it folk

call it rhythm and blues

it ain't nothin' but a feelin' that we choose

urban rapsody

just the sound

sound of the ghetto

urban rapsody

yeah

just the sound

sound of the ghetto

ain't no funk like funk this way in the bay

where all the real players parlay

stone city band

4-tay and rick james

late night

clubbin'

game recognizin' game

toast the ass not the glass and we outie

all day

every day

players keep it cloudy

mocha almond

caramel

chocolate

one you got 'em started

man

it really ain't no stoppin'

pimps

players

pushers

ain't nothin' like the ghetto

the party's on again

holler at a player

dough

just like mafioso

so just bring a toast

boss hogs

shot callers and i'm the force

passports for a scrapper it goes nation wide

and about that root of all evil it might just cost your life

bring on the funk

rick

we got the party pack

with all these freaks and hoes

man

i gots to mack

i can't stay 4-tay

i got to go check out that west coast thang

Full Lyrics: urban rapsody - rick james