Below The Funk (Pass The J)

I was born in a city we call Buffalo
 Zero degrees below is too damn cold and funky
 Mama raised me on the numbers racket
 With eight kids and no father
 Said she couldn't hack it
 On the eastside where I started
 Singin' on the corners
 Hangin' out with all the hoodlums
 Pass the joint
 Now the love I find in the city
 Is such a cryin' pity
 Ain't no love for brothers
 Pass the joint
 I think I want to talk
 'Bout the place I was born, I was torn
 Said pass the joint
 Give me one mo' hit
 I ain't finished with it
 I got some more to say
 Now the players hangin' 'round the main strip
 Actin' like they're on a trip
 If they had my cash they could be hip
 But it's strange the gossip is so tragic
 They call me a faggot
 Me and all my women laugh at it
 Love I got my good friends there
 They really keep me dancin'
 They really keep me laughin'
 In the country me, my dog and horses
 Hangin' out with my family talkin'
 'Bout stone city
 Pass the joint
 I wanna talk 'bout the city I was born
 I think I wanna talk 'bout the place where I was torn
 Said pass the joint
 I need one mo' hit
 I ain't finished with it
 I got some more to say
 'Bout the city I was born
 I got to talk
 I wish they wouldn't be so torn
 I wanna talk 'bout the city I was bred
 I need to talk 'bout the city that has led me to my thang
 I was born in a city we call buffalo
 Zero degrees below is too damn cold and funky
 I think I wanna talk about it
 Ooh pass the. Joint
 La la la la la la la la la
 I think I wanna sing about it
 Pass the joint
 Thank you