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  • If You Have To Ask
    Red Hot Chili Peppers
    A wanna be gangster
    Thinkin' he's a wise guy
    Rob another bank
    He's a sock 'em in the eye guy
    Tank head
    Mr Bonnie and Clyde guy
    Lock him in the eye
    He's not my kinda guy
    Never wanna be
    Confusion proof
    Pudding's sweet
    But too aloof
    Orange eye girl
    With blackslide Dew said
    Yo homie
    Who you talkin' to
    A backed up paddywagon
    Mackin' on a cat's ass
    One upper cut
    To the cold upper middle class
    Born to storm
    On boredom's face
    Add a little lust
    To the funky ass Flea bass
    Most in the race
    Just loose their grace
    The blackest hole
    In all of space
    Crooked as a ******
    Now suck my thumb
    Anybody wanna come get some
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    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
    Is a medicine man
    Thinkin' of a few
    Taboos that I ought to kill
    Dancin' on their face
    Like a stage in Vaudeville
    I feel so good
    Can't be understood
    Booty of a hoodlum
    Rockin' my red hood
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go (oh woh woh )
  • If You Have To Ask
    Red Hot Chili Peppers
    A wanna be gangster
    Thinkin' he's a wise guy
    Rob another bank
    He's a sock 'em in the eye guy
    Tank head
    Mr Bonnie and Clyde guy
    Lock him in the eye
    He's not my kinda guy
    Never wanna be
    Confusion proof
    Pudding's sweet
    But too aloof
    Orange eye girl
    With blackslide Dew said
    Yo homie
    Who you talkin' to
    A backed up paddywagon
    Mackin' on a cat's ass
    One upper cut
    To the cold upper middle class
    Born to storm
    On boredom's face
    Add a little lust
    To the funky ass Flea bass
    Most in the race
    Just loose their grace
    The blackest hole
    In all of space
    Crooked as a ******
    Now suck my thumb
    Anybody wanna come get some
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    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
    Is a medicine man
    Thinkin' of a few
    Taboos that I ought to kill
    Dancin' on their face
    Like a stage in Vaudeville
    I feel so good
    Can't be understood
    Booty of a hoodlum
    Rockin' my red hood
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go
    If you have to ask
    You'll never know
    Funky ************s
    Will not be told to go (oh woh woh )