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Funk is my mother, is my father
with creating another author
Now I remember when everything was On the One
(Nah, couldn't get none)

Let me take you back a little further that
The connection and the rest of the pack
But back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd the crowd into a rage

Stop, look up, and do you see?
The Mothership in DC
So, yo, thank God for
Everybody funky knows that they was heaven

There's Hampton at one end of the stage
out Maggot Brain with Eddie Hazel
Yo, I that and you do too
He would always the Mothership down for you

Ga-ga goo-ga, goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga
Yeah, you can do it, Humpty, be shy
But Shock G, come and reminisce Shorty B
You know that I was born one of the
Humpty-Hump and the Horns why don't you blow for me

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She said, I the drummer can you let me in?
Tell the guitar player that I my friends
She was fine, sweet with a of class
No head, no Pass

used to be a bad word to you
I couldn't stop myself a funky rap or two
So free dull-ass mind your funky ass will follow
Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda

Get up to get down, I I'd rather be with you
and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew
But since you've lost, yo, I've been so lost too
So your lights in the air

And forget that the funk Mob is everywhere
Don't be on the verge of gettin' it on
And George'll be the first to you when the funk's gone
There's in everything you do so don't be stupid

You might imagine me funky like Cupid
What is This is a tribute to the Mob
Devoid of funk so my set don't
I'm of cosmic like Vernon

I rap the mic like Fuzzy
And Starchild and Grady
I grab the by the neck and let it take me
To the Aqua boogie, a giggle and squirm

And if you ain't you will learn
I confess you've got to clean chest
And forget that everything is on the one

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So would you, could you funk, do you
And if I ask to are you gonna
Get stopped, cream rises to the top
See pop where I'm coming from

So haul to the left and forget to bring your Bop Gun
Do that like you knew
(Shorty B)
And if you're down with the funk, me and you
And now that I took you back to the future

It's time to wake you up so I begin to
you up, and then I mend your wounds
But red hot lover's got the loose
My lyrics the vital juices, wanna do me

Like Too Short, too many funky words me
(Yo, I'm tripping)
Trojan on my tip and won't
About the from my lips
So here we go, I'm to show

All the in the hood that I can flow
the Underground, with the P-funk in the sound
And if it ain't the P it ain't down
I'm like Al on the microphone

I'm blasting through your dome, all through your home
But like Ice said, once again it's on
I bite though just to write a funky rhyme
I go platinum, for the very first I wrote my rhyme

the Parker, not Paisley
And if is on my tip it don't phase me
I'm the old school of funk
Yo, I got Knee-Deep in my trunk
This is not a or a quiz
I just put the funk in showbiz, y'all

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Ain't but a party, y'all, haha
Haha, again, 1991, Shorty B
Hitting you off with [unverified]
kicking it for the Acorn posse

Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth it
Yeah, wanna send a out to Shock G
'Cause him there would be no me
And M E, and I'm O U T