Something kinda smooth, on the mellow tip   Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip   Into a trance, mind going slow   Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio   Called up Banks on the GTE mobil   Well it's about 9:00, yo Ant I'll be over   Searching through some records from way back when   Found something smooth, and yo Ant give it a spin   Thought of something cool, rhymes definitely pumpin'   Bassline groove and kick drum thumpin'   Using my mind like a Webster encylcopedia   Pooh-Man is selling out and this is for the media   A little something, from the Mack to the Oaktown   To the papers who keep putting our names down   Short Short but Funky, Dangerous Dame   En Vouge and the Toni's just to add some names   Can't forget Pebbles, Sly and Larry Graham   And yours truly, MC Pooh-Man   Oaktown is on the rise, and I knew you'd ever see   We just funky as ahhhhh, we wanna be      First rhyme, just on the PG   Going through history and fools can't get with me   Looking fake, perpetrating rappers every day   Misguided brothers without nothing to say   All kind of critic say we diss mentality   But don't they know that "Rated R" is "Reality?"   My other homeboy said "Kill At Will"   That's the way we live and we know it's real   My boy from the east said "Fear of a Black Planet"   I know a certain race that couldn't understand it   To see a black man clocking fat grands   To a grafted devil, it's hard to understand   But I'm an artist, begging your pardon   Used to be small, but my pockets are enlarging   Straight from the streets, I use game as a weapon   You ask "What is game?" But fool keep stepping   But I'm a keep rolling, Ant Banks and me   And I'm a come, Funky as I Wanna Be      Rap's going, I be flowing something different   Something mellow, cool with an accent   Kind of tender like Ant Banks' girlfriend   I changed the style, something they couldn't comprehend   Ant said "Pooh, let's make it kind of serious"   Not funny, just to make the money   Say I'm a pro and I can flow with the best of 'em   Then say "I be damn" to the rest of 'em   See you're caught up in my rapture cause it's been so long   Let me stop using the bitches' songs   Baby don't like rap, but I like soul   She might listen to my lyrics and lose control   See I'm hard as hell and it could ever be   See I'm F-U-N-K-Y as I wanna be