Uh, what's happening CC?
They still call it the White House
But that's a temporary condition, too
Can you dig it, CC?
To each his reach
And if I don't cop, it ain't mine to have
But I'll be reachin'for ya
'Cause I love ya, CC
There's a lot of chocolate cities, around
We've got Newark, we've got Gary
Somebody told me we got L. A
And we're working on Atlanta
But you're the capital, CC
Movin'in and on ya
Can't you feel my breath, heh
All up around your neck, heh heh
They say your jivin'game, it can't be changed
But on the positive side
You're my piece of the rock
And I love you, CC
Can you dig it?
Hey, uh, we didn't get our forty acres and a mule
But we did get you, CC, heh, yeah
Movin'in and around ya
God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs
Gainin'on ya! (heh! )
What's happening, blood?
What's happening, black?
Brother black, blood even
Yeah-ahh, just funnin'
Ah, blood to blood
Ah, players to ladies
The last percentage count was eighty
You don't need the bullet when you got the ballot
Are you up for the downstroke, CC?
Are you with me out there?
And when they come to march on ya
Tell 'em to make sure they got their James Brown pass
And don't be surprised if Ali is in the White House
Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure
Richard Pryor, Minister of Education
Stevie Wonder, Secretary of FINE arts
And Miss Aretha Franklin, the First Lady
Are you out there, CC?
A chocolate city is no dream
It's my piece of the rock and I dig you, CC
God bless Chocolate City and its (gainin'on ya! ) vanilla suburbs
Can y'all get to that?
Huh, can't get enough
Be mo'funk, be mo'funk
Can we funk you too
Right on, chocolate city!
Yeah, get deep
Just got New York, I'm told