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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And if you ain't funky you learn
I confess got to clean your 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 ain't I'm coming from

So haul to the and don't forget to bring your Bop Gun
Do that stuff you knew
(Shorty B)
And if you're with the funk, that's me and you
And now that I just took you back to the

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

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

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

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

With the Parker, not
And if Prince is on my tip it phase me
I'm from the old school of
Yo, I got bumping in my trunk
is not a trivia or a quiz
I put the funk back in showbiz, y'all

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Ain't nothing but a party, y'all,
Haha, once again, 1991, B
Hitting you off with mfstbc
Still it for the Acorn posse

Yeah, Jerry is in the booth kicking it
Yeah, wanna send a shout out to G
'Cause without him would be no me
And M E, and I'm O U T