Tear the roof off me honey
Tear the roof off the mothersucker
Tear the roof off the sucker
Repeat4x

(now everybody just sing)

You got a real gangsta thang goin' down underground
Got the whole world gangin' dog pound
You got a real gangsta thang goin' down underground
Got the whole world gangin' dog pound(Oh)

(Chorus)
We want the funk
Get up off the funk(oh)
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk(oh)
Repeat 2x

(Rap)
First of all I got them poppin 'em
Lockin on 'em
Liftin on 'em
Flippin on 'em
Droppin on 'em
I'm comin' down like a spaceship through the clouds
And I'm doin' 'bout a hundred thousand miles
Doggy style all in your earhole
Gonna get funky 'cause I know thats what you here for
You bouncin' your neck and bobbin'your head
What I'm tryna do here is wake the dead
Follow instructions
One that conductors conductive
Bustin' my functions
Bumpin', funkin', jumpin'
Man these suckers on the mic ain't sayin' nothin'
So really you ain't really gettin' nothin'
so I'ma say it little somethin' cause it's nothin'
To a boss wanna boss it up
Cross 'em up
With a whole lots of a(oh)

(chorus 2x)

(oh I'll never funk)

(causin' funk we throw spit)

(so everybody say it)

(rap)

Ain't no otha
Word to motha
You'll discova
That this year's one bad soul brotha Undercova
Gotcha lova
Notcha lova
Take ya girl
Shake ya world
Flip tha script
Dip the chip
Dip the hip
This is it
(I can dig it)
We slip and slide
Swirl the ride
Talk that jive
And keep the funk alive

(chorus)
We want the funk(say it)
Get up off the funk(everybody say)
We need the funk(i'll never funk)
We gotta have that funk(uh gotta have the funk)
We want the funk(oh no starchild)
Get up off the funk(uh everybody say)
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk

Aight little Begees come out to play
come out to play
come out to play
come out to play
Aight little Begees come out to play
We'll teach you how to ball
Aight little Begees come out to play
come out to play
come out to play
come out to play
Aight little Begees come out to play
We'll show you how to ball

(rap)
A is for apples and
J is for jack
P is for ball
Thats right it's back on track
Which is fat rap
That I'm puttin down for you
All around the world
It's the big dog pound for ya
The funk we brust and and trust
Man you can't funk wit us
Cold as a mother
All the women love him
Cause they just want a piece of the Undercover Brother
Wanna take him home tonight
Cause he's so dynamite
Sold him like Dolamites
Is that right?
Sure youre right
I got little somethin' for groupies
Snoopie Doopie
And nothin' for Bootsie

(Bootsie)
Turn it loose
I'm just funkin' with my nephew Snoop
Where you get your funk from?
Now lets get ready to shoot
Undrecover Brother, the one you will discova
You can't get a piece what's under his sheets

(chorus till end)