Below The Funk (Pass The J)

I was born in a city we call Buffalo

Zero degrees below is too damn cold and funky

Mama raised me on the numbers racket

With eight kids and no father

Said she couldn't hack it

On the eastside where I started

Singin' on the corners

Hangin' out with all the hoodlums

Pass the joint

Now the love I find in the city

Is such a cryin' pity

Ain't no love for brothers

Pass the joint

I think I want to talk

'Bout the place I was born, I was torn

Said pass the joint

Give me one mo' hit

I ain't finished with it

I got some more to say

Now the players hangin' 'round the main strip

Actin' like they're on a trip

If they had my cash they could be hip

But it's strange the gossip is so tragic

They call me a faggot

Me and all my women laugh at it

Love I got my good friends there

They really keep me dancin'

They really keep me laughin'

In the country me, my dog and horses

Hangin' out with my family talkin'

'Bout stone city

Pass the joint

I wanna talk 'bout the city I was born

I think I wanna talk 'bout the place where I was torn

Said pass the joint

I need one mo' hit

I ain't finished with it

I got some more to say

'Bout the city I was born

I got to talk

I wish they wouldn't be so torn

I wanna talk 'bout the city I was bred

I need to talk 'bout the city that has led me to my thang

I was born in a city we call buffalo

Zero degrees below is too damn cold and funky

I think I wanna talk about it

Ooh pass the. Joint

La la la la la la la la la

I think I wanna sing about it

Pass the joint

Thank you