Teren Delvon Jones (born August 12, 1972 in Oakland, California), better known as Del the Funky Homosapien or Del tha Funkee Homosapien, is a hip hop artist. [more..]

Let the buyer beware

and prepare for the scare of 1991 yo

brothers get dumb without no remorse yo

gas they hand and then they thrown off course yo

I coulda told ya so

I'm no dummy

girls out there will act funny for the money

if ya rollin' in dough she'll treasure ya

instead of a pager

she carries a cash register

it's cool for the fool that just happens

to be a crack dealer or rappin'

back in the day

it wasn't no problem

cause it was ok, to just have a job then

but, nowadays ya gotta have the status

but, natives ain't goin' for the madness

hey, they barely outta their teens

16 & 17 year olds livin' like queens

cause, honey trips without the checks

and ayo

money trips without the ***

so next is somethin' that natives don't need

headaches & heartaches

and I refuse to partake

in money for ***

in any form or fashion

all ya hopes & dreams I'm like smashin'

and I know otha brothas know how I feel

so you can step cause (it ain't no big deal),


"Money for ***, money for ***, ring it up..."

Where, oh where did the good girls go?

It seems all that's left in the Meadow is hoes

not the kinda hoe that you use in your garden

yes the kinda hoe that'll make your dick harden

but it's more than a dolla for a holla

and more than a thousand for a peak up her blouse, and

more than a million if ya have children

cause nowadays girls wanna make like a killin'

so babies come in handy

and they'll just eat up your dough like candy

give her some Brandy

and let her roll around in the Benz

and she'll give up the crotch and brag to all her friends

thinkin' they can play me like a field trip

that's why I slugged my honey dip

cause that's more than I can stand

and I'm the man who sets it right again

bust they in the lip

and the bitch will never bite again

you ain't gettin' with my nubain brothers

cause before you even hit them covers

I warned 'em

told 'em what was up before you bitches even swarmed him

cause they'll be next

if I didn't hip my brothers to the ***

so you can try to rob and steal

but we were right on ya heels because (it ain't no big deal),


You say crack sellers are swell fellas

takin' you to school in his 5.0

like I don't know that your boyfriend is paid

ya musta told me 18 times, the other day

bamboo earings & gold teeth

and I know you must be givin' up the whole piece

he's just payin' for the ***

and I know you prostitutes is playin' with the ***

so who's next?

Don't think that you can play the Homosapien

cause I got plenty of friends that's like waiting in the trenches

and I know your intentions

you wanna be down with a rapper

so you clap your

thighs around my legs like a sandwich

but I'm not famished

your schemes & plots are outlandish

tan is the color of my skin, but

false is the color of your grin

so you can't win

this ain't no joke

and honey dip you can quote

note for note

and squeal like a billygoat

and tell your friends that Del is stuck up

but in reality

you phucked up

now nubians ain't givin' money for the ***

and ayo

nubians ain't givin' money for the ***

you stuck out in the cold

like a mole on my asshole

cause brothers ain't givin' up another red cent for the ***

now, don't you look foolish?

Ya gold diggin'***looks goulish

pale as a ghost cause ya post high like a man is a big wheel

because (it ain't no big deal).




Del The Funky Homosapien



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