| Song | So Funky |
| Artist | 2 Live Crew |
| Album | Banned In The USA |
| Umph | |
| So funky! | |
| Nasty! | |
| Hey! | |
| Verse 1: [brother marquis] | |
| I'm nasty as i wanna be | |
| I express myself so vulgarly | |
| Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it | |
| That's why some suckas wanna stall it | |
| Some people worry about the wrong thing | |
| But why worry about what we're sayin'? | |
| 'cause we're gonna do what we wanna do, | |
| And if y'all don't like it, well then **** you too! | |
| People don't know unless you tell them so | |
| But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto | |
| We did ask you to publicize us, | |
| But it was you who created the fuss | |
| And blew the whole thing out of proportion | |
| You should worry about your topics like abortion | |
| So i fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky | |
| **** you all, and let us get so funky! | |
| Verse 2: [fresh kid ice] | |
| Singin' this song, movin' along | |
| Provin' to the suckas that i keep gettin' | |
| Stronger than what ya been hearin' | |
| Kid ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin' | |
| I kick it funky to show my courage | |
| When schoolin' others, i kick the knowledge | |
| For those who hate me, i pray you'll miss me | |
| If you find out you had dissed me | |
| I'll treat you like a child and smack ya head | |
| Feed you dick, put you to bed | |
| Look you in the eye and know you're fessin' | |
| Make you take notes of the lesson | |
| The rhythm is something i cannot hide | |
| A feelin' that i feel, deep inside | |
| So talk about me while i make my money | |
| Kid ice is known to be so funky! | |
| Verse 3: [brother marquis] | |
| Some say i'm crazy and i got problems | |
| An evaluation might help solve 'em | |
| The funky-mack-nasty, filthy-mack-funky | |
| Stankin' (?), the wino junkymentally scarred, always barred | |
| Slightly deranged, a half-way retard | |
| Goin' off insanely, tryin' to retain me | |
| Tried to capture my rapture, but couldn't contain me | |
| I put 'em in shambles, makin' examples | |
| 'cause once i get started, i'm hard to handle | |
| You can't keep me back, you can't forget that | |
| I heard the chit-chat; you said that i'm wack | |
| But anyway, that's okay | |
| I try not to hear what the niggas say | |
| So i just fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky | |
| Excuse me y'all, and let me get so funky! |
| Umph | |
| So funky! | |
| Nasty! | |
| Hey! | |
| Verse 1: brother marquis | |
| I' m nasty as i wanna be | |
| I express myself so vulgarly | |
| Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it | |
| That' s why some suckas wanna stall it | |
| Some people worry about the wrong thing | |
| But why worry about what we' re sayin'? | |
| ' cause we' re gonna do what we wanna do, | |
| And if y' all don' t like it, well then you too! | |
| People don' t know unless you tell them so | |
| But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto | |
| We did ask you to publicize us, | |
| But it was you who created the fuss | |
| And blew the whole thing out of proportion | |
| You should worry about your topics like abortion | |
| So i fiend for the funk like a dopefiend junky | |
| you all, and let us get so funky! | |
| Verse 2: fresh kid ice | |
| Singin' this song, movin' along | |
| Provin' to the suckas that i keep gettin' | |
| Stronger than what ya been hearin' | |
| Kid ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin' | |
| I kick it funky to show my courage | |
| When schoolin' others, i kick the knowledge | |
| For those who hate me, i pray you' ll miss me | |
| If you find out you had dissed me | |
| I' ll treat you like a child and smack ya head | |
| Feed you dick, put you to bed | |
| Look you in the eye and know you' re fessin' | |
| Make you take notes of the lesson | |
| The rhythm is something i cannot hide | |
| A feelin' that i feel, deep inside | |
| So talk about me while i make my money | |
| Kid ice is known to be so funky! | |
| Verse 3: brother marquis | |
| Some say i' m crazy and i got problems | |
| An evaluation might help solve ' em | |
| The funkymacknasty, filthymackfunky | |
| Stankin' ?, the wino junkymentally scarred, always barred | |
| Slightly deranged, a halfway retard | |
| Goin' off insanely, tryin' to retain me | |
| Tried to capture my rapture, but couldn' t contain me | |
| I put ' em in shambles, makin' examples | |
| ' cause once i get started, i' m hard to handle | |
| You can' t keep me back, you can' t forget that | |
| I heard the chitchat you said that i' m wack | |
| But anyway, that' s okay | |
| I try not to hear what the niggas say | |
| So i just fiend for the funk like a dopefiend junky | |
| Excuse me y' all, and let me get so funky! |