Funky As I Wanna Be Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

Something kinda smooth on the mellow tip 

Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip 

Into a trance, mind going slow 

Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio 

Called up Banks on the GTE mobil 

Well, it's about 9:00, yo, Ant I'll be over 

Searching through some records from way back when 

Found something smooth and, yo, Ant, give it a spin 

Thought of something cool, rhymes definitely pumpin' 

Bassline groove and kick, drum thumpin' 

Using my mind like a Webster encyclopedia 

Pooh-Man is selling out and this is for the media 

A little something from the Mack to the Oaktown 

To the papers who keep putting our names down 

Short, Short but Funky, Dangerous Dame 

En Vouge and the Toni's just to add some names 

Can't forget Pebbles, Sly and Larry Graham 

And yours truly, MC Pooh-Man 

Oaktown is on the rise and I knew you'd ever see 

We just funky as ahh, we wanna be 

First rhyme, just on the PG 

Going through history and fools can't get with me 

Looking fake, perpetrating rappers every day 

Misguided brothers without nothing to say 

All kind of critic say we diss mentality 

But don't they know that Rated R is Reality? 

My other homeboy said, "Kill at will" 

That's the way we live and we know it's real 

My boy from the east said, "Fear of a Black Planet" 

I know a certain race that couldn't understand it 

To see a black man clocking fat grands 

To a grafted devil, it's hard to understand 

But I'm an artist, begging your pardon 

Used to be small, but my pockets are enlarging 

Straight from the streets, I use game as a weapon 

You ask, "What is game?", but fool keep stepping 

But I'm a keep rolling, Ant Banks and me 

And I'm a come, funky as I wanna be 

Rap's going, I be flowing something different 

Something mellow, cool with an accent 

Kind of tender like Ant Banks' girlfriend 

I changed the style, something they couldn't comprehend 

Ant said, "Pooh, let's make it kind of serious" 

Not funny, just to make the money 

Say I'm a pro and I can flow with the best of 'em 

Then say, "I be damn", to the rest of 'em 

See, you're caught up in my rapture 'cause it's been so long 

Let me stop using the bitches' songs 

Baby, don't like rap, but I like soul 

She might listen to my lyrics and lose control 

See, I'm hard as hell and it could ever be 

See, I'm F U N K Y as I wanna be