Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song I Wish My Brother George Was Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.1991
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo |
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 s&le 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. |
I love the shade of green like my brother Billy Bixby |
I utilise a s&le 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. |