Ahone Two, Ahone Two (Remastered LP Version) - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I

I like to introduce myself 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 and stare

When I walk into the place

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 chiseled 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 apartheid

Still gather papers like my man Malcom Forbes

Ponderin' my life as I look into my orbs

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

I love the shade of green

Like my brother Billy Bixby

I utilize 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 CMP 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 Pomade

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 and 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

And 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

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

Ahonetwo ahonetwo I I like it

I like it

I like it

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