E-40 - Rasta Funky Style lyrics

How would you describe your type of singing?
It doesn’t fit into any category
That I’ve ever seen before
It’s not folk singing, it’s not rock
N roll, it’s not progressive jazz
It’s not swinging what is it?
Rom pompom goes the whompers to the cranium
Bustin out churri drums in
An uncontrollable outburst, hear me out now!
One time pull me over 'cause they
See me come past d yard, slammin so hard!
Me ready now!

Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

Come right along, come right along
Come right along wit me
Spitting up on d mic is Mr flamboyant E-40!
I likin when ma style is jaffing very sporty
Strugglin strife all my life to make
A little bit a money
Give someone an inch and watch me take a 2
Can’t be nice to people
Take advantage of you
Smile up in yo face and wanna
Get down with yo crew i felt like I can see
Right through some people, no can do
People believin that the fat means greasy
Until they get locked up an
Get shagged into d booty
That’s when you start notice that the
Life is not a cartoon
This won’t happen to you
If you’re listenin to this tune

Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

I’m labeled to most
As one a the most dopest rappers in history
Inherited the gift of spit from the
Genes up in my family pork chop I eat
(yes) , but liver I will not (nah)
When mommy’s cooking stew I put
My finger in the pot
She slaps me on the hand and say
"Young boy have you gone mad?
If you don’t like how I raised you
Then go live wit your dad"
I become quite upset, angry enough to war
Start stompin all across the floor then
I slammed my room door!
An act of disobedience which
Is the wrong ingredients
All it takes is just a teeniest
Form of slang from a genius
To put it in perspective
Video jukebox you selected
Campaign around this town with this
Beat and get elected
Hustler on the doe, hitting hard like
Some of our raps are fast
Some of our raps are slow
V town, California
Where I born raised and grow
My favorite animated TV show
Tennessee Tuxedo
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Me no smoke cocaine
Too hard on my brain, might drive me insane
Lyrical king, the lyrical king
E-40 the lyrical king
Lyrical king, the lyrical king
E-40 the lyrical king

Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

E-40 wanna slowin it up, tippin ma cup
To make a toast (boop, boop, boop) for 90 dos
Or what I say peace goes out to da CLICK
Drivin on me insane
With that premeditated game, ah yeah
Now pass da drink to d left and side text us
Now pass da 40 to d right and side drink us
Now pass da denk to d left and side denk us
Pass da 40 to d left and slide drink us
Follow me now! Put it in and get stupida
(a say a) , drink it up until yo ocha
If the munchies didn’t go
Write some riddles add some symbols
Make up, can’t resist em
Now everybody sing da lingo

Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, a rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, rasta funky style
Rasta funky style, me rasta funky style

Why don’t you like drop d
Lyrics wit da greatest effies
How come you can’t spit the
Lyrics from the hillside posse
No good times could da one times
Make our country not free
I thought this was the
Land of the opportunity
Why don’t you like drop d
Lyrics wit da greatest effies
How come you can’t spit the
Lyrics from the hillside posse
No good times could da one times
Make our country not free
I thought this was the
Land of the opportunity