| Song | Urban Rapsody |
| Artist | Rick James |
| Album | Urban Rapsody |
| 作词 : James | |
| Rick James featuring Rappin 4-Tay | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Urban Rapsody (Yeah) | |
| Just the sound (Just the sound) | |
| Sound of the ghetto | |
| Even if you came through the party with some ass | |
| Dont need no cash with the VIP pass | |
| In your pocket or your purse, be my first verse | |
| Raps an addiction such as Pulp Fiction | |
| I represent the west, the number one, we be the best | |
| No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no simpin | |
| Sticking to my player script suckas keep trippin slippin | |
| Spread a lot of game, thats what the people want me | |
| ??With the?? | |
| That you act that player hatin copycat | |
| Same little trip, you talk down on a player track | |
| If you wonder how I got the boss game | |
| Smokin on Mary Jane, listenin to Rick James | |
| Uh, bring the funk (Bring the funk) | |
| Urban Rapsody (Yeah) | |
| Just the sound (Just the sound) | |
| Sound of the ghetto (What you say) | |
| Urban Rapsody (Yeah) | |
| Yeah, just the sound | |
| Eenie meenie miny moe, no matter what hood | |
| That you come from, you get out if you just could | |
| Pimps, players and pushers on the corner block | |
| You should see all the money that you can clock | |
| In the ghetto, you can hear a rapsody | |
| And the melody is written just for you and me | |
| Call it folk, call it rhythm and blues | |
| It aint nothin but a feelin that we choose | |
| Urban Rapsody (Yeah) | |
| Just the sound (Just the sound) | |
| Sound of the ghetto (What you say) | |
| Urban Rapsody (Yeah) | |
| Yeah, just the sound (Just the sound) | |
| Sound of the ghetto (Bring it 4-Tay) | |
| Aint no funk like funk this way in the Bay | |
| Where all the real players parlay | |
| Stone City Band, 4-Tay and Rick James | |
| Late night, clubbin, game recognizin game | |
| Toast the ass not the glass and we outie | |
| All day, every day, players keep it cloudy | |
| Mocha Almond, caramel, chocolate | |
| One you got em started, man, it really aint no stoppin | |
| Pimps, players, pushers, aint nothin like the ghetto | |
| The partys on again, holler at a player, dough | |
| Just like mafioso, so just bring a toast | |
| Boss Hogs, shot callers and Im the force | |
| Passports for a scrapper it goes nation wide | |
| And about that root of all evil it might just cost your life | |
| Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack | |
| With all these freaks and hoes, man, I gots to mack | |
| I cant stay 4-Tay | |
| I got to go check out that West Coast thang |
| zuò cí : James | |
| Rick James featuring Rappin 4Tay | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Come on, come on, come on with the funk thang | |
| Urban Rapsody Yeah | |
| Just the sound Just the sound | |
| Sound of the ghetto | |
| Even if you came through the party with some ass | |
| Dont need no cash with the VIP pass | |
| In your pocket or your purse, be my first verse | |
| Raps an addiction such as Pulp Fiction | |
| I represent the west, the number one, we be the best | |
| No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no simpin | |
| Sticking to my player script suckas keep trippin slippin | |
| Spread a lot of game, thats what the people want me | |
| ?? With the?? | |
| That you act that player hatin copycat | |
| Same little trip, you talk down on a player track | |
| If you wonder how I got the boss game | |
| Smokin on Mary Jane, listenin to Rick James | |
| Uh, bring the funk Bring the funk | |
| Urban Rapsody Yeah | |
| Just the sound Just the sound | |
| Sound of the ghetto What you say | |
| Urban Rapsody Yeah | |
| Yeah, just the sound | |
| Eenie meenie miny moe, no matter what hood | |
| That you come from, you get out if you just could | |
| Pimps, players and pushers on the corner block | |
| You should see all the money that you can clock | |
| In the ghetto, you can hear a rapsody | |
| And the melody is written just for you and me | |
| Call it folk, call it rhythm and blues | |
| It aint nothin but a feelin that we choose | |
| Urban Rapsody Yeah | |
| Just the sound Just the sound | |
| Sound of the ghetto What you say | |
| Urban Rapsody Yeah | |
| Yeah, just the sound Just the sound | |
| Sound of the ghetto Bring it 4Tay | |
| Aint no funk like funk this way in the Bay | |
| Where all the real players parlay | |
| Stone City Band, 4Tay and Rick James | |
| Late night, clubbin, game recognizin game | |
| Toast the ass not the glass and we outie | |
| All day, every day, players keep it cloudy | |
| Mocha Almond, caramel, chocolate | |
| One you got em started, man, it really aint no stoppin | |
| Pimps, players, pushers, aint nothin like the ghetto | |
| The partys on again, holler at a player, dough | |
| Just like mafioso, so just bring a toast | |
| Boss Hogs, shot callers and Im the force | |
| Passports for a scrapper it goes nation wide | |
| And about that root of all evil it might just cost your life | |
| Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack | |
| With all these freaks and hoes, man, I gots to mack | |
| I cant stay 4Tay | |
| I got to go check out that West Coast thang |