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This is Dr.
With a phone to y'all funky fuckers

Y'all guess what the is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the
'Cause time on slippin'
And I get the from the kitchen, then commits to ass whippin'
There is no time for me to it
So I'm a chill and let Red get a fly poetic justice

Yo, it's all in the and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die
Or 2 or 1 area code leavin' blown
Funkadelic is the one to your preacher out your teacher

When I 'em, ooh yes y'all, I got the mad method, can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in, then it

Breaker 1-9, 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Sermon's on the way, Dre gave me a ride
So I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke up in my
And if you understand me, then and kick it
While the E-Double wicked with your brain twisted
It's going down, it's way down
So get the 4 pound and [Incomprehensible] town

woogie to boogie to band, boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass and F if it is be on my ass cap
my funk rolls thicker than Bis quick
If mixed with that same funky sticky stuff I roll splifs with
I the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have off days than Ferris
Just wrote raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters hear me no, hear me hoe

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

Someone's at my door
Yo Johnny Gill, I the whole floor
So I can get 'cause I [Incomprehensible], remember?
And if you don't call Michael Jackson and don' be to ask him
Erick got mad tunes, no matter what they say
I got more props than Bay
The mind with the hardcore followin'
So what's up 'cause I don't a fuck

I'll make you sing Tony Braxton
I tear the shreds out of jams like when they's packed in
Back up boy, you with the rude boy, yes, I told ya
I rock leather jacks with sweatpants, one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I bust the ism
[Incomprehensible] like a bizcut, 1 and 2 skirts get up

E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the
I got blocks of funk to make the say, "That's the one!"
Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people their intercourse
Basically, the funk in your teeth so get your dental floss

out

20, I know, but let me knock your out
When I was young, I my tree house into a weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradamus, I'm in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made
Beeotch, trick, trick,

This is Dr.
Comin' to y'all with some more raw shit
Def Squad representatives, Def forever, signin' off