U Don't Hear Me Tho' - Street Mix

But you don't hear me though
 (Funk, funk, funky)
 Muthafuckin punk
 Look who's hangin out with the Falcons
 Just because you're on top of the mountain
 But what goes up, must come down, hoe
 They didn't give a fuck about you years ago
 So what you're gonna do when it's on sinkin
 Muthafucka, you probably start drinkin
 I don't know, but I'll never be a sucker's friend
 Just because a fool's makin dead presidents
 Rodney O & Joe Cooley will never quit
 And all that bullshit dancin ain't sayin shit
 I'm only down with my homies from the get-go
 Fuck O.P.P. and a sideshow
 If you don't like it, here goes my middle finger
 Rodney O's keepin one in the chamber
 Who you're foolin, you puff, you prance, punk hoe
 Back to the hood, fool, but you don't hear me though
 Here I go with the flow, some dope stuff from Joe
 Why don't you sit back, hey yo, and bob with the tempo
 So what up, niggas? Yeah, I got the funky jam
 Come up on your blindside - aw shit, here I am
 I'm not down with the r&b, it make me sick
 Seeing a crooner tryin to add a rap a little bit
 You know what I'm talkin about, that shit's not real rap
 They try to add the hip-hop flavor, and it's still wack
 Rodney O, Joe Cooley got the gangster track
 Comin off strong, we're not givin no slack
 Kickin street shit cause I know it would stick
 I got the hoochie mamas hummin on my dick
 Sit back, rap lovers, and smile
 The crew is about to entertain ya for a while
 You love it, you like it, it's a straight up rap show
 And to you r&b fans, you don't hear me though
 Time for me to kick another fly funky verse
 And if I die, put a sound system in my hearse
 You don't hear me though, here's a title, bro
 I'm callin money when I slam down my domino
 Ugh - fever in the funk house
 Yeah, and if you play, then you know what I'm talkin about
 Who you're foolin when you say that you can fade the O?
 I got a New York critic in a choke hold
 He dissed my record cause he didn't like my vocals
 Now I'm showin him the meaning of loco
 I'm not friends with my peers, so I'm overlooked
 I got the p-funk, fool, on a funky hook
 I'm payin suckers back for all the years of dissin me
 But now I'm rollin, and there ain't no stoppin me
 Rodney O and Joe down with the psycho
 Back to the hood, fool, but you don't hear me though
 L.A.'s the place where the hardcore is happenin
 That's the way it is, so that's the way we're rappin
 Some New Yorkers don't know where we're comin from
 And one had the nerve to try to diss Compton?
 I take it personal when you diss my hood, son
 Now you got me want to break you off some (yeah)
 Now you got me want to break you off some (yeah)
 Now you got me want to break you off somethin
 Joe Cooley is (funk, funk, funky)
 Rodney O is (funk, funk, funky)
 This jam is (funk, funk, funky)
 But you don't hear me though
 But you don't hear me though