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(Feat. Kelli Ali)
You know Friday wasn't my day All those space boys friskin' me I took my zoom car to the star bar Supersonic disco dream I heard a bass line that was so fine Universal radio (yeah) And such a cool voice, I had no choice But to let my rocket go Touch down mister DJ Give me zero gravity (zero gravity) I've come to play with Bootsy From another galaxy (uh, well-uh) Do you wanna get physical, or spiritual? And remember, just because you've got wings, Don't mean you can fly, baby! Cosmic crash dab into earth lab Mister robot do your thing Land of cool beats, we come in peace Take us to your funky king Touch down mister DJ Give me zero gravity (zero gravity, yeah, yeah) I've come to play with Bootsy From another galaxy (uh, set your mind free - come fly with me, baby) Shake your heavenly body (shake your body, baby - yeah) Astronomic super scene (whoooa, it'll be incredible!) I've come to play with Bootsy Interstellar love machine So as I traveled through your angelic cosmos I ran into your atmosphere Baby we can touch down tonight Bootsy's goin' set the stars alight Baby we can touch down tonight Bootsy's goin' set the stars alight Baby we can touch down tonight Bootsy's goin' set the stars alight Baby we can touch down tonight You know I got my radar on you Touch down mister DJ Give me zero gravity (zero gravity) I've come to play with Bootsy From another galaxy (uhh, spontaneous combustibility) Shake your heavenly body (shh, shh) Astronomic super scene (shh, shake-it, shake-it) I've come to play with Bootsy Interstellar love machine (wiiiind me up!) And you won't have to pay a lot for this muffler, baby! Yeah, you can play with me one time, baby! |
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Take our groove eternal (cause you know how
we livin‘) Here’s our latest jam (in the spirit world) Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (So let’s play fair, my dear) Every day will be a sunny day Every face will have a smile Sometimes it seems like it’s gonna rain forever But can you do it let me wild Some day you feel like dem walls are closing in And you don’t know what to do I think I’ve got something that can make you feel good again Just let the music take control of you, oooh Take this groove eternal Here’s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (get on up, get on up) I feel the rush and I smell the heat I‘m hydraulic pumpin‘ to the pulsatin‘ beat There’s something ´bout a melody Really echoes the room There’s just something ´bout a funky, funky melody Helps me lose my favorite tune Even on the hottest days When I just wanna run and hide All I have to do is listen to my radio And I forget about the world outside Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Jam, jam, jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Yeah, dig it now Jam , groove on baby, watch out now, say whatta (Yeah, wanna raise a lil‘ sand about my beach, baby) Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal (You can’t get in without your Funk Card, baby) Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (get on up, get on up, get on up) Yeah, sticks and stones may break my bones And the word is the prime suspect Yeah, but it’s all access, baby Yeah, I’m on a mission, baby You are not alone, you’re in the party zone (Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin‘ bout) You are not alone, you’re in the party zone (I’ma funk it all, bubba) Uhh, just a little Gene-splicin‘, baby Jam, jam Better work my fingers to the bone Yeah, I’m comin‘ home, I’m comin‘ home, baby Take this groove eternal (Who, me? I’m just funkin‘ for fun) Here‘s our latest jam (And it is groovalatin ‘) Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take that groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (Check this static out) I think I feel a solo from on high, baby Yeah, metabolic imagin‘, baby Work with your inside I can not hear you Yeah, but I can smell you, baby Jam! (Oh yeah, the groove extraordinaire, baby) Jam! (Uh, just funkin‘ with the inside of your mind to your soul) Noise pollutions, baby, and a burned cat is a dead pussy (Yeah!) Eternally yours, ever funkin‘ on, bubba Dance! (I am not gonna dance to that song, and I mean that!) |
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| 5:00 |
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Girl You Wanna Sex Me
Girl Why Don't You Let You Really Turn Me On I Think We Could Swing It Girl That's Why I'm Sayin' Baby You're The Bomb Well It Was Just The Other Day I Was Walkin' Down The Street And I Saw You Standin' By Yourself You Were Looking So Cute In Your Black Daisy Dukes Thought Ya Probably Had A Man Or Two But Then You Stepped To Me And Asked Me My Name I Gave Ya My Number And Time We Could Meet Then I Watched That Booty Swingin' As You Walked Away I Knew It Was On Cause Oh Baby You're The Bomb Ya Baby You're The Bomb I Went To Pick You Up You Were Lookin' So Tuff In Your Tight Black Mini Skirt Your Curves Were Jumpin' Out I Had To Close My Mouth 'cause Baby You're A Piece Of Work And Then I Took You To The Club We Turned The Party Out I Wanna Take You Home Do Some Sexin' On The Couch Now You Gotta Let Me Know If This Thing Is Really On I'm Sprung On You Baby 'cause Baby You're The Bomb Girl You Wanna Sex Me Girl Why Don't You Let You Really Turn Me On I Think We Could Swing It Girl That's Why I'm Sayin' Baby You're The Bomb Ooo Baby You're The Bomb I Wanna Make Love To Ya Baby And I'm About To Explode Come On Let's Get It On Wanna Do Ya All Night Long You Got It Goin' On Oo Baby You're The Bomb Baby You're The Bomb Baby You're The Bomb Baby You're The Bomb You Really Turn Me On Baby You're The Bomb Baby You're The Bomb Baby You're The Bomb Swing It Girl Let's Girl You Wanna Sex Me Girl Why Don't You Let You Really Turn Me On I Think We Could Swing It Girl That's Why I'm Sayin' Baby You're The Bomb Ooo Baby You're The Bomb You Really Turn Me On Girl You Wanna Sex Me Girl Why Don't You Let You Really Turn Me On I Think We Could Swing It Girl That's Why I'm Sayin' Baby You're The Bomb Ooo Baby You're The Bomb Girl You Wanna Sex Me Girl Why Don't You Let You Really Turn Me On I Think We Could Swing It Girl That's Why I'm Sayin' Baby You're The Bomb |
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