Let's funk it up!

Relate, vacate, what's today's rate?,
In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe,
Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha?
I must warn ya, it's that way in California,
No one's givin', everyone's takin',
Who set's off the moves, you're makin'?
Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it,
Hold on tight, cuz' this might sting a bit,

Now, bring it back

Yo, I gotta let my peeps know,
Cuz success ain't rated by how much dough you hold,
Ha, huh, huh, and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
Cuz this greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still won' derin',
I guess happiness aint a fish you can't catch 'n'
Fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction,
It don't matter whether ya rich or not,
If ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got,
It matters most in this circle of life,
If ya find your reason for being here,
If ya don't know, listen here, it's outlined in the book of life,
You want things to make sense?, take a U-turn, make it right,
For the two-triple zero, [bad word] hummin',
My hand grippin' the mic tight,
That's how [bad word] ,
 [bad word] 
All-the-way-live [x4]
Uh, feel the funk,
Make it rough,

It's just something that happens,
We try hard to deny,
You'll find out when it happens,
It's in the air tonight,
Here [bad word] now, fast like a gun now,
On [bad word] now?
Turn to NUMBER ONE now,
Ya feet slowing, you're crazy,
And [bad word] back,

Hit me, sometimes, life is tricky,
The [bad word] along, to stick me,
Flick me, he cannot get with me,
Got saved 'n' got the victory,

Well who planned this?,
The [bad word] don't miss,
With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas,
We be that ill-type,
But only when we grip mics,'n' T.F.K.
Be the squad that'll burn out the lights,
Like that, gettin' upon the [bad word] track,
Crack back ya speaker stack to to be exact, [bad word]  keep ya eyes on the clock,
We rip mics of all types when we rock,
.. on and on and on, 'n' they'll be no frontin',
'cuz this is how [bad word] ,
 [bad word]