Funky Rap Sanga Hi-C (Compton)

[Verse 1]
It's me, Hi-C, your funky rap sanga
When it comes to singing songs, oh yes, I got a gang-a
Shit I like to talk, some shit I like to sing
Like "Yep, you're on my dick-dick-ding-a-ling"
Hey baby, maybe you can get it going
With a young nigga that be knowing and growing
'Cause when I'm in a relationship, I like to go slow and hey
Hey, I take my time when I'm hoeing
And when I walk out the door, it's like punching a clock
Yo, I don't sing pop while I'm rocking your cot
So baby, gap your legs wide open
And if you dare, prepare to get stuck by a Trojan
Yep, that's good stickin', so baby, get to lickin'
Nah, I ain't kiddin' and I ain't bullshittin'
With a rubber, that's the only way that I fade
'Cause fuck that shit, I ain't about to catch AIDS
If you think moms can hang, nigga, you could bring her
Long as she don't fuck with Hi-C, the funky rap sanga

[Chorus]
Hey, rap sanga, hey
I'm your funky rap sanga, hey
Hi-C, the rap sanga, hey
I'm your funky rap sanga, hey
Rap sanga, hey
I'm your funky rap sanga, hey
Hi-C, the rap sanga, hey