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

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

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

Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
Banging out Maggot Brain Eddie Hazel
Yo, I remember and you do too
He would always call the down for you

Ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga
Yeah, you can do it, Humpty, be shy
But Shock G, and reminisce with Shorty B
You know that I was one of the Funkentelechy
and the Horny 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 I brought my friends
She was fine, sweet with a touch of
No head, no Pass

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

Get up to get down, I said I'd rather be you
George and Bootsy, a hell of a crew
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
be standing on the verge of gettin' it on
And George'll be the to tell you when the funk's gone
There's funk in everything you do so don't be

You imagine me funky though like Cupid
What is this? is a tribute to the Mob
Devoid of funk so my set don't
I'm kind of like Vernon

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

And if you funky you will learn
I you've got to clean your chest
And don't forget 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, always rises to the top
See pop ain't I'm coming from

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

time to wake you up so I begin to suture
Stitch you up, and then I your wounds
But red hot got the loose booty
My lyrics amaze the juices, wanna do me

Too Short, too many funky words sooth me
(Yo, I'm tripping)
Trojan on my tip and trip
About the articulation from my
So here we go, I'm about to

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

I'm lyrics through your dome, all through your home
But like Ice Cube said, once it's on
I won't though just to write a funky rhyme
I go platinum, for the first time I wrote my rhyme

the Parker, not Paisley
And if Prince is on my tip it phase me
I'm the old school of funk
Yo, I got Knee-Deep bumping in my
This is not a trivia or a
I just put the funk back in showbiz,

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nothing but a party, y'all, haha
Haha, again, 1991, Shorty B
Hitting you off with [unverified]
Still kicking it for the posse

Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth 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