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(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

James Todd Smith when years old
When was in control
I'm listenin' to cold-crushed to get sold
I set my in a Silvia treated me cold
Time flew I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen now, it's about the time to set my hit off

'I Need A Beat', it was a on the DL
But every time I did a show my was misspelled
'Can't Without My Radio' drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed box
'Rockin' the like a madman dissin' me
the script-but then I made my first 50 grand

All I was a pencil, a little gold
A little in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm late, no money damn, I'm late for school, shit

Todd, get upstairs and take out garbage

And it's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
And it's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
It's the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

I wasn't tryin' to hear it I'm bad
When I'm alone in my room, I up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, that means I need a girl to me down
I dropped the style 'cause rap was gettin' ugly
I waited a for the results, I'm triple platinum
We know the presidents are by who's sackin' 'em

I'm type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Tripplin' 'em up, that was my style, but bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh flavor
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is
Puttin' out till da break of dawn', me what sucker?
Cops harass me illegal search

I'm just a brother makin' now I got a name
I still remember with my pistol on the train
I'm two to this I'm representin' hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, it's for me to get my props

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)
on man

Mama to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by
When all the on top of everybody else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm makin'
The motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery
The baddest ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy it
I was going back to Cali' where I knew I wasn't

I sent a Gram', solo in a black van
I'm claimin' game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. Goodbar' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a
You wanna find me to Farmers Boulevard
And you can hear me, eat 'em up, just ask for

Uh, and I'm the funkadelic
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the
Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring in the
Bring in the

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
in the funk
Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it