Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo (Remastered Remix)

歌詞

(Chorus:) "Ahonetwo, ahonetwo, I like it..." I'm chocolate like a Barr but my name is not Roseanne my skin has a pigment, reminiscent of a tan I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy fro the longer the hair the easier to scare a foe it grows from my head until it covers up my face people look & stare when I walk into the palce this is just a taste form the Funkee Human Being ain't no misbehavin' ain't no use for ravin' surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back my skin is really brown even though it's labeled black sometimes I wear a cap, and sometimes I wear bandannas forbidden in L.A. but I wore one in Atlanta I chisled up a sculpture to complement my culture thoughts of silly nubians is prone to give me ulcers hangin' with the brothers who are tribal in their ways for this is how I like to spend my days and it pays to steal a groovy sample form the archives use my mental staff to eliminate aparthied still gather papes like my man Malcom Forbes ponderin' my life as I look into my orbs. (Chorus:) I love the shade of green like my brother Billy Bixby I utilise a sample that I salvaged from the 60's cause I'm picky my meal must appeal to me like Morris far too many fraudulent opponents in the forest I fall into the Gap when I need to purchase clothes easy on the fads cause the posers always pose I suppose they will bite they'll try not to show it I came very plain and then feelin' rather loaded I ditched all the beads cause my needs seem to differ me and CM-P are like the Gil and the Skipper he will use his clippers to give himself a fade I give my fro a sheen with a smidgin of Pomeade I laid in the shade and I greeted mixel place with a rhythm and a rhyme and he said that it's a twist from the ordinary everyday continual assumption that R&B & Rap makes a winner guess who's comin' through for dinner a native-like brother with the passive little style that most certainly will smother suicidal rhymes with apocyliptic tunes I will drink a seltzer while you dabble with the booze and giggle when I see ya liver shrivel to a prune I'm the Funky Human Being not a monkey or a coon assume that the style is Funkadelic in the 90's Del is livin' phat as I leave a foe behind me. (Chrous:)