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

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

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

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

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

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

Funk 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 I'd rather be with you
George and Bootsy, what a hell of a
But since you've lost, yo, I've been so lost too
So Flash your in the air

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

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

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

And if you ain't funky you will
I you've got to clean your chest
And don't forget that is on the one

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So would you, could you funk, do you
And if I ask to funk are you
Get stopped, always rises to the top
See pop ain't where I'm from

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

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

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

All the homies in the hood I can flow
With the Underground, with the P-funk in the
And if it ain't gots the P it ain't
I'm Al Capone 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 first time I wrote my rhyme

the Parker, not Paisley
And if is on my tip it don't phase me
I'm from the old of funk
Yo, I got bumping in my trunk
This is not a or a quiz
I just put the funk back in showbiz,

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