Red Hot Chili Peppers - If You Have To Ask |
If You Have To Ask
Red Hot Chili Peppers A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank Tank head He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Mr Bonnie and Clyde guy Lock him in the eye He's not my kinda guy Confusion proof Never wanna be Pudding's sweet But too aloof Yo homie Orange eye girl With blackslide Dew said Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut Born to storm To the cold upper middle class On boredom's face And a little lust Most in the race To the funky ass Flea bass Just loose their grace The blackest hole Crooked as a hooker In all of space Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask Funky motherfuckers You'll never know Will not be told to go If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go (oh woh woh) Don't ask me why I'm flying so high Mr Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searching for a soul bride She's my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand Magic on the one My hand my hand Thinkin' of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Is a medicine man Dancin' on their face Like a stage on Vaudeville I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin' my red hood You'll never know If you have to ask If you have to ask Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go (oh woh woh |