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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
A luscious bitch she is, true
But it's not nice to fool mother nature The proud mother of god like all ho's Is jealous of her own shadow So who is this young Vic Tanny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters Of her jealous mother By sucking their brain Until their ability to think was amputated By pimping their instincts Until they were fat, horny and strung-out In her neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe Who is this bitch? |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
{Bootsy}:
Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, Uh, long distance baby. I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama Dig...while I smoke on it. Come Saturday night When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments 'Till I have to leave your side Come Saturday night When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise And leap into your eyes She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama, be my beach Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh Maybe you remember the last time we was together And how you rubbed me on my head, uh Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo To lay upon your bod Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans And lay upon your bod She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama be my beach, beach Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh Oh I'm walking over your board |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better We got to have it more than we ought to The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound I'm feeling better by the pound Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see He and only he is free Well, he who is truly free Say, free from the need to be free There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
We're just a biological speculation
Sittin' here, vibratin' And we don't know what we're vibratin' about And the animal instinct in me Makes me wanna defend me It makes me want to live when it's time to die Y'all see my point? I don't mean to come on strong but I am concerned I believe in god Though I know that law and order must prevail Oh, if and when the laws of man Is not just, equal and fair Then the laws of nature will come and do her thang Oh she does not think She just rectifies She comes and balances the book Y'all see my point? Y'all see my point? We're just a biological speculation Sittin' here, vibratin' And we don't know what we're vibratin' about And the animal instinct in me It makes me wanna defend me It makes me want to live when it's time to die Y'all see my point? (y'all see my point?) Some of you, you might not be aware That some of us don't eat Some of you don't, you don't even care Oh if and when the system Creates hunger and hate Then the laws of nature will come and do her thang Oh! She does not think She works by instinct Survival is her thing Do y'all see my point? (ohh!) Y'all see my point? |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I once had a life, or rather
Life had me I was one among many Or at least I seemed to be Well, I read an old quotation in a book just yesterday Said "Gonna reap just what you sow, The debts you make you have to pay." Can you get to that? Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that I recollect with a-mixed emotions All the good times we used to have But you were making preparations For the coming separation And you blew everything we had When you base your love on credit And your loving days are done Checks you signed with a-love and kisses Later come back signed "insufficient funds" Yeah, get to that! Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (x3) When you base your life on credit And your loving days are done Checks you signed with love and kisses Later come back signed "insufficient funds" Y'all get to that Can you get (I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (hey!) (get to that!) Can you get (can you get to that)(I wanna know) I want to know if you can get to that (x2) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call I was one of five born to my mother An older sister and three young brothers We've seen it hard, we've seen it kind of rough But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that life was really tough I can hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She said, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Then the devil sang "Would you like to dance with me? (Ooh-ahh-ooh) We're doin' the cosmic slop." (Ooh-ahh-ooh) (x3) She was well known through the ghetto Tricks would come and then they'd go The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey! Hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Lord! (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (ooh-ah-ooh) Any and every thing I did. (ooh-ah-ooh) Please, please don't judge me too strong. Hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyy! Mother! I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Mother, mother Late at night Late at night Calling me Mother I can hear my I can hear my mother calling me Late at night I hear my mother Late at night I hear my mother Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyyy-ayyy! |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within (x3) Open up your funky mind and you can fly Free your mind and your ass will follow The kingdom of heaven is within Freedom is free of the need to be free Free your mind and your ass will follow The kingdom of heaven is within (x4) Yeah Free your mind and your ass will follow (your ass will follow) The kingdom of heaven is within Whoaaaaa! Free your mind (will you free your mind?) And your ass will follow (and your ass will follow) I have never, never never Never in my life Had this given to me Free your mind and your ass will follow Say your mind Not like you, boy (not like you) You are as free as you want to be (your ass will follow) Well, I discovered that this life that was gettin' to me Is not really mine (Free your mind and your ass will follow) If it were mine, I would have fun all of the time I'm very disgruntled now Now, I want a way out, now I have to find a way I have to find some way out Free your mind and your ass will follow (x2) Give it up, give it up (free your mind and your ass will follow) Give it up and give it to me, baby I'm calling you love Love ...from my heart Free your mind and your ass will follow Wowww! Free your mind and your ass will follow (x2) The kingdom of heaven is within Free your mind and your ass will follow (x3) Get it on! Free your mind and your ass will follow The kingdom of heaven is within Free your mind and your ass will follow The kingdom of heaven is within (x5) The kingdom of heaven is within (free your mind!) The kingdom of heaven is within (free your mind yawf) The kingdom of heaven is within (x6) The kingdom of heaven is within (are you satisfied?) (x4) The kingdom of heaven is within (I wanna know! Free your mind and your ass will follow) The kingdom of heaven is within (I Really care) The kingdom of heaven is within (x2) The kingdom of heaven is within I'm so confused about it all (x2) I'm so confused about the whole thing I don't understand I don't understand nothin' I don't know what I feel I can't feel me, I can't live me, I can't be me My mind, it does not belong to me I'm so confused (x2) I can't hear myself I can't hear myself calling for help I can't free my mind So my ass can't follow Someone help me I got to get help Here's my arm Help me escape I don't want to (x3) I can't free my mind No, no, no They won't free me I can't run I can't get out I can't free my mind (x3) I'm so mixed up So mixed up What time is it? (x3) Resurrection, free of charge I can't hear me (x2) Free your mind and your ass will follow I can't Free your mind and your ass will follow The kingdom of heaven is within (x4) Free your mind and your ass will follow |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Funky dollar bill
U.S. dollar bill Funky dollar bill U.S. dollar bill You go to school To learn the rules On how to love and life your life But think about it twice The pusher push, the fixer fix The judge acquits The junkie leads his life For the dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill You don't buy a life, you live a life A father learns much too late He was a-never home He worked two jobs, never stayed at home He had to, 'cause His love life was gone For the dollar bill For the dollar bill For the dollar bill US dollar bill It'll buy a war It will save a land It pollutes this air In the name of wealth It'll buy you life But not true life The kind of life Where the soul is hard My name is dollar Bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill |
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(God! I'm trippin' on that!)
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I want you to hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, hooo-whoaa Oh mama, hit it Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, ohhhh, oh yeah Oh mama, hit it Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh You can shake it to the east Shake it to the west Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it Yeah, all up and down And move it all around Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it Yeah You can shake it for dinner Or you could spread it all around Hit it Good god, hit and quit it I want you to hit it and quit it (x 11) You can shake it to the east Shake it to the west Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it You can shake it to the one you love the best Hit it Ha, hit it and quit it Ahh, good god, hit it and quit it Ooh, good god, hit it and quit it Oh, good god, hit it and quit it Quit it, quit it, quit it {spoken} OK play that down from the top |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I got a thang
you got a thang everybody's got a thang When we get together doin' our thing In order to help each other In order to help your brother I got a thang you got a thang everybody's got a thang When we get together doin' our thing In order to help each other In order to help your brother You don't drink what I drink You don't smoke what I smoke You don't think like I think You don't joke like I joke I got a thang you got a thang everybody's got a thang When we get together doin' our thing In order to help each other In order to help your brother |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I wanna know if it's good to you, baby
When you do what you do to me I know that it must have been good to you, baby Cause it sure feels good to me I don't know what you been doin But it's got my whole world groovin Since we met everything keeps movin Because of you Said you blow my mind through sugar cane You make my heart beat sweeter than The honey that replaced the rain Since I met you I wanna know if it's good to you, baby When you do what you do to me I know that it must have been good to you, baby 'Cause it sure feels good to me Oh! Do you feel the fire in your veins Every time you call my name? Do it give you the pleasure To be the reason for me feeling good Look out here I come (here I come) Right back where I started from Look out here I come Right back where I started from Whoa Yeah Look out here I come (here I come) Right back where I started from Yeah Look out here I come (here I come) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I'll stay
I'll stay for she'll be coming back You know her head went out to play but she'll get over that I know that my reward When she returns Woo woo Keeps me hanging on I'll stay I'll stay though friends they ridicule You know for her there is no substitute Talk I can endure (I must endure) But that's alright mother says "Son" Know my reward When she returns (whoo whoo) (when she thinks she wants to come home) She'll still come home whoa Keeps me hanging on I'll stay Ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ooo ooo ooo ooo Ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ooo ooo ooo ooo Ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba ba dooo ooo ooo ooo (continues) You know her head went out to play That's all right The girl will get over that Lord, my reward is gonna be much greater Every night, lord, is gonna replace her And if another girl decides she wants to come home Wait right there Wait right here Wait right here I ain't goin' nowhere Wait right here Wait right here I'm gonna stand right here On this ground and wait Hey hey hey hey say knowing knowing my reward (grunting and sputtering) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Loose booty
Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Eeny meeny miney moe Catch a junkie by the toe If he holler let him go If he don't, do the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty Jack and Jill went up a hill To get a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill went into a nod And did the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty (Get it!) Emma Willy went out on the block To cop She he got there the pusher was gone Cause he had a jones of his own He did the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Little Jack Horner Sittin' in a corner Snortin' his New York dope Pulled back a snort Went into a nod Wow was he a dope Loose booty He did the loose booty Junkie twist Nunsense Skin it back and monkey it (repeat to end) Loose booty Loose butt (sung over the loose booty chorus) Loose booty Fly on, y'all Super stupid Yeah, yeah, yeah Ohh, ohh Ooooh, ohhhh Yeah Hit it Super stupid Hit it Junkie twist Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Skin it back and monkey it Junkie and twist Hit it! Super stupid Hit it Junkie twist Super stupid Skin it back and monkey it Hit it Junkie twist Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Oww! Hit it Why you think they call it dope, dope? Hit it Skin it back and monkey it Free your mind Skin it back and monkey it Hit it Super stupid Why you think they call it dope, dope? Skin it back and monkey it Free your mind! Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Why you think they call it dope, dope? |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
{spoken}
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit. Come on Maggot Brain Go on Maggot Brain |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
February 12th, 1973
The prayers of thousands were answered The war was over and the first of the prisoners returned Needless to say it was the happiest day in up to thirteen years for most Others, the real nightmare had just begun The nightmare of readjustment and for those, we will pray ah aaaooooahaha ooooo Woah oh oah Woah oh oah Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah Woah oh oah Woah oh oah Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah Woah oh oah Woah oh oah Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah Woah oh oah Woah oh oah Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah Woah oh oah Woah oh oah Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah Father, bless the soldier who has returned home from the war He has fought with all his might yet he knew not for what or who he was fighting for Death waited in the shadows as he crawled by night for his country his enemies was many including the habit he still cannot break Father, we pray that we might understand what has happened to his mind and help us understand his reaction to the changes that has taken place here at home And Father, smile upon us with your grace, for we will need you more than ever help him understand that when his loved ones remarried they were truly under the impression that he was dead and would never return Oh Lord, we pray And Father, why must wars be fought? Someone said this war ended with "Peace with Honor" but can that truly be? Is there such a thing? Thousands of boys gave their life, and for what? Do anybody know? Oh Lord, give us the strength to undertand ourselves For we are a mysterious animal Man And as the boys march home to the witch's castle They will all need your help I can hear them calling, calling out to you Father for there is no one else that can help Smile upon us, oh Lord For we are very weak Very weak Very Weak Very weak Very weak |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Man
I was in a place Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time And I heard someone on my way by Sounded a little something like raw funk to me So I slowed down and took a listen And this is all I could hear, baby Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha It got so good to me, man that I stopped runnin' My feets was tired anyhow So I reached in my inside pocket And got my harp out Sit down by old beat-up railroad train And get me get myself A little of that old funky thang Yeah! Yeah, I'm ? Yeah, whoa! Yeah Mm-m-hmmm Yeah Can you all feel what I mean? This is what you call Waaay-back yonder funk Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Say it loud! I'm funky and I'm proud! I'm aging! Old funk |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Come plaaaaaaaay
In a nappy dugout Come plaaaaaaaay In a nappy dugout Here it come again whee hee hee hee Fun in the dugout! Say what? Sang! Come play in the nappy dugout Come play in the nappy dugout Stand up Shake it Break it down one time Watch me Come play in the nappy dugout Everybody do it this time Come play in the nappy dugout Come play in the nappy dugout hey! Come play in the nappy dugout Come play in the nappy dugout Come play in the nappy dugout Come play in the nappy dugout oh oh oh yeah in the nappy dugout come play in the nappy dugout oh oh oh yeah in the nappy dugout come play in the nappy dugout What you mean by a dugout? oh oh oh yeah in the nappy dugout |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
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A luscious bitch she is, true But it's not nice to fool mother nature The proud mother of god like all ho's Is jealous of her own shadow Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated By pimping their instincts Until they were fat, horny and strung-out In a neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe Who is this bitch? {sung:} Red hot mama from Louisiana Thumbin' her way to Savannah She been cooped up too long Red hot mama lookin' to the city Taxi dancers and big time spenders She's been groovin' Red hot mama was gettin' down Scoping the places where fun to be found She was smokin' Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Red hot mama was really bad She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be Red hot mama was a real gas Doin' it good and doing it fast She was smokin' Whoa, {etc}! Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Come on baby!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Right on!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Be my dog! You look good, girl Carry on! Hey! Get funky? Hey baby Be my dog Come on, baby! Red hot mama Right on Play, boy-a |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
I just want to say
that I love your sexy ways I love you girl Oh I love you girl I just want to say That I need you in so many ways baby you're a turn on oh you turn me on I love all of you you sure enough got a lot I want to help you use what you got I, oh I I, oh I baby I just want to say that I love your sexy ways come on and thrill me mama oh thrill me girl I just want to say that I need you in so many ways I just want to ffffeeeeeewwwww all over you I love all of you you sure enough got a lot I want to help you use what you got I, Oh I (heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!) I, Oh I I, Oh I De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo I, oh I De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo I, oh I De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo Oh baby I love you girl Oh I love you girl I just want to say that I need you in so many ways Baby you're a turn on you turn me on you sure do turn me on I love all of you you sure enough got a lot I want to help you use what you got I, oh I I, oh I (please) De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo (sing) I, oh I (do) De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo (sing) I, oh I (aaaaaaaah baby) De de de de dedodedo deedeedeedoo (now) (baby) I, oh I (baby) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me we will do you no harm other than pee in your afro Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Even if you don't dig it don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do Could be just for you Even if you don't feel it right now don't mean someday it'll turn you out you'll be outta sight You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm It's just for you With just a little bit of effort I can he will we might just turn you on Even if you don't admit it the time for change is here and here we are We're just for you Stick us in your ear and dig us One time One time One time One time and see We're just for you You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm It's just for you With just a little bit of effort I can he will we might just turn you on Music is designed to free your funky mind We have come to help you cope Out into another reality You will be Through our music we bring you hope Us is what time it is PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on (One more time!) Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on Us is what time it is Even if you don't dig it don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do Could be just for you You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm We're just for you PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Doin, yeah! Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing, yeah? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
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(what about the woodpecker thing?) Yeah, they call me the kid Sexy man But I know nothing about the great big H I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day I never peeped to where she was coming from When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone" Then she made it perfectly clear With some inspiring words in a song, dig: {sung:} If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl) Ha, ha whoo-eee! There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe He was dreaming of Venus And took out his penis And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! OK bye! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2) There once was some freaks from L.A. (who) Who came to New York to play They was busted by the pussy posse And the prosecutor popped them in the pen Put your foot on the rock Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! Well, flick-a my Bic, baby! If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x5) Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic I'll come if you call There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!) He was dreaming of Fifi And took out his peepee And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh! There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?) Who came to New York to play (yeah?) They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?) And the prosecutor popped them in the pen There once was some freaks from L.A. Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty) They was busted by the pussy posse And the prosecutor popped them in the pen Get off your ass and jam! Oh they call me the kid Let's get it on, y'all If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (come on baby!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x4) It's only rock n' roll If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x5) Now, what did you say? If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x6) {spoken:} (turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!) (We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody) (Y'all ready?) (Are you ready? I'm ready?) (Hit it!) {sung:} If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x15) (come here, ladies. Move in close!) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
She's bad! The girl is bad!
Bad! The lady is bad! Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut Eatin' some fish and chips And this freaky little groupie >From the funky side of town Begin to give him some lip She was babblin' about how bad, ah She could do the bump The kid said on the real side of things Bertha, you got too much rump to bump! Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Move, your sexy body Every time you wiggle you hear the men holler for more The girl is bad! I'm on the ten most wanted list I've got it dead in the groove My face is on every wanted poster in town For the way I move (move) I'm public enemy #1 (your sexy body) To the undisco scene And, kid, if you don't get up your you-know-what and dance with me (everytime you wiggle you hear the mean holler for more) I'm gonna be forced to get mean The kid was cool He was no fool He said, "Get the funk off case" Without missing a beat Snatchin' him to his feet She bumped him all in the face Now the kid was teasin' He was definitely uncool Trying to get some hat? (move your sexy body) And she bumped him right back (baby let me see you move it all across the floor) Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it on the disco floor Move, your sexy body Move your body Close to mine Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! The lady is bad! Bad! She's bad! He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Extra, extra, read all about it (move your body) We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news (close to mine) Extra, extra, read all about it We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide, your slender body Every time you wiggle, make the men holler for more Bad! The girl is bad Real bad! She's bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! He scream, he shout She turned that mother out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out (close to mine) He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! (every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more) Bad! Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide your slender body Baby, when you move, you make the men holler for more Glide your slender body Every time you wiggle, you make the men giggle for more She's bad, the girl is bad! Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more Glide your sexy body Baby let me see you dancing on the disco floor Ah-ah-yeah Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more (x6) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
( ) (let me hear you say) Yeah, yeah, yeah (let me hear you say) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah If you and your folks love me and my folks like Me and my folks love you and your folks If there ever was folks That ever ever was poor If you and your thing dig me and my thing Like me and my thing dig you and your thing And we all got a thing Yeah, and it's a very good thing Ha! But if in our fears, we don't learn to trust each other And if in our tears, we don't learn to share with your brother You know that hate is gonna keep on multiplying And you know that man is gonna keep right on dying Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah ( ) The rich got a big piece of this and that The poor got a big piece of roaches and rats Can you get to that Tell me where it's at Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah {until last two s, under other lyrics} Hey! You want peace I want peace They want peace And the kids need peace There won't be no peace The rich got a big piece of this and that The poor got a big piece of roaches and rats Can you get to that Tell me where it's at Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah! Yeah, yeah If you and your folks loved me and my folks Like me and my folks love you and your folks If there ever was folks That ever ever was poor If you and your thing dig me and my thing Like me and my thing dig you and your thing Then we all got a thing And it's a very good thing Yeah, yeah, yeah ( ) |
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from Funkadelic - Motor City Madness (2006)
Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Oh! Grief has got a hold on me I can't think for myself It's all because that woman of mine Making love to someone else I'm turnin' green from bein' blue Without your face around You found another to do your lovin' And me you have put down And I'm Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on ooooooooh! I'm trudging water all through the house I thought it was from my leakin' sink I phoned the plumber to rush right over and see if he could fix this leak He rushed right over and he took a look And much to my surprise He said "My son it's not your sink, It's teardrops from your eyes" Oh! Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Aaaaaaaaaaah! I chew my nails off one by one I only got one to go Unless I get what I been missin' Nails I'll have no more My nerves are shot I smoke a lot in my loneliness And until I see your face once again my lonely heart won't rest And I'm Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see But as long as (Shorties?!?) are around I know what's in store for me You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Good evening, boys and girls
Welcome to another evening of "I hate that word called dick" It goes like this: I hate that word called "dick" It sounds so awfully thick So I think I'll call it "prick" 'Cause I hate that word called "dick". Ha ha ha ha! I hate that word called "pussy" It sounds so awful squishy So I guess I'll call it "clit" 'Cause I hate that word called "pussy". Ha ha ha ha! |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Good evening, boys and girls
Welcome to another evening of "I hate that word called dick" It goes like this: I hate that word called "dick" It sounds so awfully thick So I think I'll call it "prick" 'Cause I hate that word called "dick". Ha ha ha ha! I hate that word called "pussy" It sounds so awful squishy So I guess I'll call it "clit" 'Cause I hate that word called "pussy". Ha ha ha ha! |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
{Bootsy}:
Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, Uh, long distance baby. I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama Dig...while I smoke on it. Come Saturday night When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments 'Till I have to leave your side Come Saturday night When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise And leap into your eyes She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama, be my beach Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh Maybe you remember the last time we was together And how you rubbed me on my head, uh Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo To lay upon your bod Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans And lay upon your bod She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama be my beach, beach Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh Oh I'm walking over your board |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
{Bootsy}:
Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, Uh, long distance baby. I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama Dig...while I smoke on it. Come Saturday night When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments 'Till I have to leave your side Come Saturday night When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise And leap into your eyes She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama, be my beach Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh Maybe you remember the last time we was together And how you rubbed me on my head, uh Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo To lay upon your bod Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans And lay upon your bod She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama be my beach, beach Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh Oh I'm walking over your board |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better We got to have it more than we ought to The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound I'm feeling better by the pound Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see He and only he is free Well, he who is truly free Say, free from the need to be free There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better We got to have it more than we ought to The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound I'm feeling better by the pound Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see He and only he is free Well, he who is truly free Say, free from the need to be free There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
(God! I'm trippin' on that!)
Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! (x17) |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
I'm going to give you what you're here for I've got the means to take you there
I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free Mashing your brain like silly putty Leaving you in a better frame of mind Drowning out the voices that bug you But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
I'm going to give you what you're here for I've got the means to take you there
I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free Mashing your brain like silly putty Leaving you in a better frame of mind Drowning out the voices that bug you But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! Doin' it to the max Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? Laughin' atcha Let me tighten it up Get it on Yeah Everybody funking and don't know how They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow He funked her so hard they saw some smoke He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks Laughin' at ya (ha!) Funk used to be a bad word Chorus: (sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. Laughin atcha! (Say it loud!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (I'm funky and I'm proud) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back (Talking 'bout you the Godfather) Laughin atcha! (Godmother!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Grandfather! Heh!) Finger on the trigger (Fool and the Gang!) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob!) Laughin atcha! (Dig!) (Get it on) Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC Along came a spider, slid down beside her Said: what's in the bag bitch She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! (Hey Fool and the Gang!) Funk used to be a bad word (Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) Motherfunk you Hit it! Sittin in the woods upon a log (Good god!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Earth, hot air, and no fire) Laughin atcha! (They call us the funk mob) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (In your loose booty) Laughin atcha! (Ha! Dig) Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? Let's take it higher Hey Sloofus...tell us something good Ha ha ha! (Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) " " New type thing (New type thing) " " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) Ha! Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Get it!) (Hey Sloofus!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Tell us something good) And I sat back. (Let's take it to the stage) Laughin atcha! (Funk used to be a bad word!) (Hey where's the godfather at?) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger (Now everybody trying to get down) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) Laughin atcha! (Ha, ha, ha!) (On the one!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Information being on those tapes) And I sat back. (That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) Laughin atcha! (An ounce of that p-blow!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob) Laughin atcha! ('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) (Let's take it to the stage, y'all) (Hit it) |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! Doin' it to the max Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? Laughin' atcha Let me tighten it up Get it on Yeah Everybody funking and don't know how They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow He funked her so hard they saw some smoke He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks Laughin' at ya (ha!) Funk used to be a bad word Chorus: (sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. Laughin atcha! (Say it loud!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (I'm funky and I'm proud) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back (Talking 'bout you the Godfather) Laughin atcha! (Godmother!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Grandfather! Heh!) Finger on the trigger (Fool and the Gang!) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob!) Laughin atcha! (Dig!) (Get it on) Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC Along came a spider, slid down beside her Said: what's in the bag bitch She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! (Hey Fool and the Gang!) Funk used to be a bad word (Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) Motherfunk you Hit it! Sittin in the woods upon a log (Good god!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Earth, hot air, and no fire) Laughin atcha! (They call us the funk mob) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (In your loose booty) Laughin atcha! (Ha! Dig) Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? Let's take it higher Hey Sloofus...tell us something good Ha ha ha! (Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) " " New type thing (New type thing) " " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) Ha! Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Get it!) (Hey Sloofus!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Tell us something good) And I sat back. (Let's take it to the stage) Laughin atcha! (Funk used to be a bad word!) (Hey where's the godfather at?) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger (Now everybody trying to get down) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) Laughin atcha! (Ha, ha, ha!) (On the one!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Information being on those tapes) And I sat back. (That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) Laughin atcha! (An ounce of that p-blow!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob) Laughin atcha! ('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) (Let's take it to the stage, y'all) (Hit it) |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
I'm going to ease in on your beat
I'm going to shuffle when I move my feet I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thang Until I make your whole thang twang I'm going to do things to your stuff (stuffs and things and things and stuff) I got my guitar by my side I got a band full of music, let's take a ride I'll be flying somewhere in the stratosphere But at the same time I'll be right here Doing my utmost to your stuff (stuff and things and things and stuff things) I'm going to move in on your groove I'm gonna syncopate, good god!, I'm gonna be so cool I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thangs Until I make your whole thang twang I'm gonna do things to your stuff (s & t and t & s) I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing I'm being in your stuff when I get into my thing I'm gonna snuff your stuff when I get into my thing I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing {repeat 1st verse} {repeat 2nd verse, fade} |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
I'm going to ease in on your beat
I'm going to shuffle when I move my feet I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thang Until I make your whole thang twang I'm going to do things to your stuff (stuffs and things and things and stuff) I got my guitar by my side I got a band full of music, let's take a ride I'll be flying somewhere in the stratosphere But at the same time I'll be right here Doing my utmost to your stuff (stuff and things and things and stuff things) I'm going to move in on your groove I'm gonna syncopate, good god!, I'm gonna be so cool I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thangs Until I make your whole thang twang I'm gonna do things to your stuff (s & t and t & s) I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing I'm being in your stuff when I get into my thing I'm gonna snuff your stuff when I get into my thing I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing {repeat 1st verse} {repeat 2nd verse, fade} |
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from Funkadelic - Let`S Take It To The Stage (2006)
There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go when I'm feeling low I can trust in the melody, in this song I can find me Ever since I lost you, I've been so lost too In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you There is a song you can sing When the love you had is love gone bad There is a place you can go There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low To my song I can relate and I don't got to syncopate Every word is in time, on time, at all times In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you There is a song you can sing whenever you're sad, feeling bad There is a quiet place, you can go, when you're feeling low There is a song you can sing When the love you had is love gone bad There is a place you can go There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low {repeat to fade} |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
Ah ah, say yeah, say yeah
How do you view you? Can you see what's going down in you? How do you view you? Can you really relate to what we're programmed to do? Say yeah, say yeah Ever know someone that takes personal the rain? Say yeah, who sees a glass as half-empty rather than half-full? Ooh, la da da da da da da da de da How do you view you? Oh, do thoughts of you make you high or shy? How do you view you? Wouldn't you rather fly than die? Say yeah Ever know someone that takes personal the rain? Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah, say yeah Who sees a glass as half-empty rather than half-full Ooh, say yeah Ever know someone that takes personal the rain? Ooh oh ooh oh, oh yeah, oh yeah How do you view you? Di di di di di di di di di di do do do Say yeah, everybody say yeah Ooh oh, ooh oh |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
Till the day my suspicions are gone
I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Till the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong I'm never gonna tell it I'm never gonna tell it I'm never gonna say that you're doing me wrong or admit that my trust in you is gone You'll never find out we're not getting along I'm never gonna tell it Oh no No one's ever gonna know it Cause I'm never gonna show it Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong They'll always think that we are getting along I'm never gonna tell it Oh no No one's ever gonna see that you put me down girl You been a runaround girl a playgirl a hip-hooray girl but there's gonna be a change in your foolish ways girl This dog will have his day oh boy girl It'll be my victory I'm never gonna tell it I'm never gonna tell it I'm never gonna say that you're doing me wrong or admit that my trust in you is gone They'll never find out we're not getting along I'm never gonna tell it No one's ever gonna know it Cause I'm never gonna show it Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong They'll always think that we are getting along I'm never gonna tell it Oh no No one's ever gonna say that you put me down girl You been a runaround girl a playgirl a hip-hooray girl but there's gonna be a change in your foolish ways girl This dog will have his day oh boy girl It'll be my victory I'm never gonna tell it Said I ain't gonna speak on it Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong I'm not gonna speak on it Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong Until the day my suspicions are gone I won't have to hear my friends try and tell me I'm wrong |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
Everything is there when you're living in the city
Everything is there in a war Everything is there in love Everything is there on stage Let's take it to the people Ah, let's take it to the people (let's take it to the stage!) Ah, let's take it to the stage Ah, let's take it on my music Let's take it on my music Hey baby, that's what I like Everything is there when you're trying to get over Everything is there when you're trying to cop Everything is there if you're sexy Everything is there on stage Let's take it to the people Ah, let's take it to the people (let's take it to the stage!) Ah, let's take it to the stage Ah, let's take it on my music Let's take it on my music Hey baby, that's what I like |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
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(what about the woodpecker thing?) Yeah, they call me the kid Sexy man But I know nothing about the great big H I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day I never peeped to where she was coming from When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone" Then she made it perfectly clear With some inspiring words in a song, dig: {sung:} If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl) Ha, ha whoo-eee! There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe He was dreaming of Venus And took out his penis And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! OK bye! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2) There once was some freaks from L.A. (who) Who came to New York to play They was busted by the pussy posse And the prosecutor popped them in the pen Put your foot on the rock Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! Well, flick-a my Bic, baby! If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x5) Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic I'll come if you call There once was a man from Peru Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!) He was dreaming of Fifi And took out his peepee And woke up with a handfull of goo Put your foot on the rock! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh! There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?) Who came to New York to play (yeah?) They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?) And the prosecutor popped them in the pen There once was some freaks from L.A. Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty) They was busted by the pussy posse And the prosecutor popped them in the pen Get off your ass and jam! Oh they call me the kid Let's get it on, y'all If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (come on baby!) If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x4) It's only rock n' roll If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x5) Now, what did you say? If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x6) {spoken:} (turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!) (We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody) (Y'all ready?) (Are you ready? I'm ready?) (Hit it!) {sung:} If you ain't gonna get it on Take your dead ass home (x15) (come here, ladies. Move in close!) |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
She's bad! The girl is bad!
Bad! The lady is bad! Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut Eatin' some fish and chips And this freaky little groupie >From the funky side of town Begin to give him some lip She was babblin' about how bad, ah She could do the bump The kid said on the real side of things Bertha, you got too much rump to bump! Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Move, your sexy body Every time you wiggle you hear the men holler for more The girl is bad! I'm on the ten most wanted list I've got it dead in the groove My face is on every wanted poster in town For the way I move (move) I'm public enemy #1 (your sexy body) To the undisco scene And, kid, if you don't get up your you-know-what and dance with me (everytime you wiggle you hear the mean holler for more) I'm gonna be forced to get mean The kid was cool He was no fool He said, "Get the funk off case" Without missing a beat Snatchin' him to his feet She bumped him all in the face Now the kid was teasin' He was definitely uncool Trying to get some hat? (move your sexy body) And she bumped him right back (baby let me see you move it all across the floor) Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it on the disco floor Move, your sexy body Move your body Close to mine Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! The lady is bad! Bad! She's bad! He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Extra, extra, read all about it (move your body) We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news (close to mine) Extra, extra, read all about it We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide, your slender body Every time you wiggle, make the men holler for more Bad! The girl is bad Real bad! She's bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! He scream, he shout She turned that mother out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out (close to mine) He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! (every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more) Bad! Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide your slender body Baby, when you move, you make the men holler for more Glide your slender body Every time you wiggle, you make the men giggle for more She's bad, the girl is bad! Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more Glide your sexy body Baby let me see you dancing on the disco floor Ah-ah-yeah Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more (x6) |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
She's bad! The girl is bad!
Bad! The lady is bad! Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut Eatin' some fish and chips And this freaky little groupie >From the funky side of town Begin to give him some lip She was babblin' about how bad, ah She could do the bump The kid said on the real side of things Bertha, you got too much rump to bump! Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Move, your sexy body Every time you wiggle you hear the men holler for more The girl is bad! I'm on the ten most wanted list I've got it dead in the groove My face is on every wanted poster in town For the way I move (move) I'm public enemy #1 (your sexy body) To the undisco scene And, kid, if you don't get up your you-know-what and dance with me (everytime you wiggle you hear the mean holler for more) I'm gonna be forced to get mean The kid was cool He was no fool He said, "Get the funk off case" Without missing a beat Snatchin' him to his feet She bumped him all in the face Now the kid was teasin' He was definitely uncool Trying to get some hat? (move your sexy body) And she bumped him right back (baby let me see you move it all across the floor) Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it on the disco floor Move, your sexy body Move your body Close to mine Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! The lady is bad! Bad! She's bad! He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Extra, extra, read all about it (move your body) We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news (close to mine) Extra, extra, read all about it We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide, your slender body Every time you wiggle, make the men holler for more Bad! The girl is bad Real bad! She's bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! He scream, he shout She turned that mother out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out (close to mine) He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! (every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more) Bad! Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide your slender body Baby, when you move, you make the men holler for more Glide your slender body Every time you wiggle, you make the men giggle for more She's bad, the girl is bad! Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more Glide your sexy body Baby let me see you dancing on the disco floor Ah-ah-yeah Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more (x6) |
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from Funkadelic - Live/ Meadowbrook, Rochester, Michigan (2006)
Hey baby, be my dog!
Owwww Alice in my fantasies, uh Promised to do all kind of freaky things to me Said she would, uh, suck my soul, if I'd lick her emotion The freak said I would even owe her my devotion She said she'd, uh, cover me with, uh, strawberries And pretend that I'm a shortcake I said, "Uh, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin" OWWW Yeah Hey Alice in my fantasies Promised to do all kind of things to me Said she would, uhh, suck my soul if I'd lick her emotion And that I would even owe her my devotion I saidm "Uh, lady, be my dog and I'll be your tree And you can pee on me." Mama said never eat yellow snow So away we go! Huh, huh, huhh, huhh, huhh, huuuuuuhhh, huuuuhhhh!!!! Heyyy!!! Be my dog Hey Baby They call it mental masturbation Trained in meditation(?) |
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from Funkadelic - Live/ Meadowbrook, Rochester, Michigan (2006)
Damn
Shake your head Move that head hnh Shake your head one more Everybody's gettin' funky In the days when the funk was gone I recall not long ago When the funk was goin' strong Now they were rocking upside the wall (to funky music) Rockin' out in the hall (to funky music) Now they were jumpin' up and having a ball (to funky music) Music's got them beggin' for more Give me more Give me more Come on Give me more Give me more of that Good old funky music yeah Good old funky music yeah Yes indeed they're groovin' Yes they are doin' to and fro my dear Yes indeed they're groovin' to the music that won't lem 'em go You know they started somewhere round about midnight (to funky music) And they rocked through the night until the daylight (to funky music) Music that was groovin' my mother (to funky music) It's groovin' for my sister and brother Give me more Give me more (come on, let's sing it together) Give me more Give me more of that Good old funky music yeah Good old funky music yeah That old music that was good for my mother (to funky music) It's groovin' for my sister and brother Give me more Give me more Give me more Give me more of that Good old funky music yeah Good old funky music yeah |
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from Funkadelic - Live/ Meadowbrook, Rochester, Michigan (2006)
Now I'm a tom cat and you're the pussycat
And I'm just sittin' here, licking my paw Now I'm the tom cat and you're my little old pussycat Why don't you scratch me on my back with your claw? Hey fellas! Your eyes may shine, your teeth may grit But none of my kitty-cat you're going to get Put your foot on the rock Good god! I don't know, but I've been told That dogs are man's best friend Wild and warm is my baby's love My kitten is where it's at And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (oww) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t Ininvited into my brain her body creeps at will Making love unto my thoughts That my purple mind can feel Pussycat, pussycat is her name I'll tell you no lie Pussycat, pussycat is her name Ask me again and I'll tell you the same And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (hey) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t Whoa-ha-hey Whoa-ha-ha (good god) Whoa-ha-hey Whoa-ha-ha (x2) And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (waaa-hey) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t |
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from Funkadelic - Live/ Meadowbrook, Rochester, Michigan (2006)
Now I'm a tom cat and you're the pussycat
And I'm just sittin' here, licking my paw Now I'm the tom cat and you're my little old pussycat Why don't you scratch me on my back with your claw? Hey fellas! Your eyes may shine, your teeth may grit But none of my kitty-cat you're going to get Put your foot on the rock Good god! I don't know, but I've been told That dogs are man's best friend Wild and warm is my baby's love My kitten is where it's at And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (oww) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t Ininvited into my brain her body creeps at will Making love unto my thoughts That my purple mind can feel Pussycat, pussycat is her name I'll tell you no lie Pussycat, pussycat is her name Ask me again and I'll tell you the same And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (hey) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t Whoa-ha-hey Whoa-ha-ha (good god) Whoa-ha-hey Whoa-ha-ha (x2) And I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t (waaa-hey) Said I call my baby pussycat I spell it p-u-s-s-y c-a-t |
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from Funkadelic - Live/ Meadowbrook, Rochester, Michigan (2006)
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Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit. Come on Maggot Brain Go on Maggot Brain |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call I was one of five born to my mother An older sister and three young brothers We've seen it hard, we've seen it kind of rough But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that life was really tough I can hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She said, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Then the devil sang "Would you like to dance with me? (Ooh-ahh-ooh) We're doin' the cosmic slop." (Ooh-ahh-ooh) (x3) She was well known through the ghetto Tricks would come and then they'd go The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey! Hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Lord! (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (ooh-ah-ooh) Any and every thing I did. (ooh-ah-ooh) Please, please don't judge me too strong. Hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyy! Mother! I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Mother, mother Late at night Late at night Calling me Mother I can hear my I can hear my mother calling me Late at night I hear my mother Late at night I hear my mother Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyyy-ayyy! |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Funky dollar bill
U.S. dollar bill Funky dollar bill U.S. dollar bill You go to school To learn the rules On how to love and life your life But think about it twice The pusher push, the fixer fix The judge acquits The junkie leads his life For the dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill You don't buy a life, you live a life A father learns much too late He was a-never home He worked two jobs, never stayed at home He had to, 'cause His love life was gone For the dollar bill For the dollar bill For the dollar bill US dollar bill It'll buy a war It will save a land It pollutes this air In the name of wealth It'll buy you life But not true life The kind of life Where the soul is hard My name is dollar Bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill Funky dollar bill US dollar bill |
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I wanna know if it's good to you, baby
When you do what you do to me I know that it must have been good to you, baby Cause it sure feels good to me I don't know what you been doin But it's got my whole world groovin Since we met everything keeps movin Because of you Said you blow my mind through sugar cane You make my heart beat sweeter than The honey that replaced the rain Since I met you I wanna know if it's good to you, baby When you do what you do to me I know that it must have been good to you, baby 'Cause it sure feels good to me Oh! Do you feel the fire in your veins Every time you call my name? Do it give you the pleasure To be the reason for me feeling good Look out here I come (here I come) Right back where I started from Look out here I come Right back where I started from Whoa Yeah Look out here I come (here I come) Right back where I started from Yeah Look out here I come (here I come) |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! Doin' it to the max Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? Laughin' atcha Let me tighten it up Get it on Yeah Everybody funking and don't know how They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow He funked her so hard they saw some smoke He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks Laughin' at ya (ha!) Funk used to be a bad word Chorus: (sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. Laughin atcha! (Say it loud!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (I'm funky and I'm proud) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back (Talking 'bout you the Godfather) Laughin atcha! (Godmother!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Grandfather! Heh!) Finger on the trigger (Fool and the Gang!) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob!) Laughin atcha! (Dig!) (Get it on) Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC Along came a spider, slid down beside her Said: what's in the bag bitch She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! (Hey Fool and the Gang!) Funk used to be a bad word (Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) Motherfunk you Hit it! Sittin in the woods upon a log (Good god!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Earth, hot air, and no fire) Laughin atcha! (They call us the funk mob) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (In your loose booty) Laughin atcha! (Ha! Dig) Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? Let's take it higher Hey Sloofus...tell us something good Ha ha ha! (Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) " " New type thing (New type thing) " " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) Ha! Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Get it!) (Hey Sloofus!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Tell us something good) And I sat back. (Let's take it to the stage) Laughin atcha! (Funk used to be a bad word!) (Hey where's the godfather at?) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger (Now everybody trying to get down) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) Laughin atcha! (Ha, ha, ha!) (On the one!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Information being on those tapes) And I sat back. (That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) Laughin atcha! (An ounce of that p-blow!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob) Laughin atcha! ('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) (Let's take it to the stage, y'all) (Hit it) |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Loose booty
Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Loose booty Eeny meeny miney moe Catch a junkie by the toe If he holler let him go If he don't, do the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty Jack and Jill went up a hill To get a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill went into a nod And did the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty (Get it!) Emma Willy went out on the block To cop She he got there the pusher was gone Cause he had a jones of his own He did the loose booty Loose booty Skin it back and monkey it Loose booty Junkie twist Loose booty Nunsense! Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Loose booty Loose butt Little Jack Horner Sittin' in a corner Snortin' his New York dope Pulled back a snort Went into a nod Wow was he a dope Loose booty He did the loose booty Junkie twist Nunsense Skin it back and monkey it (repeat to end) Loose booty Loose butt (sung over the loose booty chorus) Loose booty Fly on, y'all Super stupid Yeah, yeah, yeah Ohh, ohh Ooooh, ohhhh Yeah Hit it Super stupid Hit it Junkie twist Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Skin it back and monkey it Junkie and twist Hit it! Super stupid Hit it Junkie twist Super stupid Skin it back and monkey it Hit it Junkie twist Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Oww! Hit it Why you think they call it dope, dope? Hit it Skin it back and monkey it Free your mind Skin it back and monkey it Hit it Super stupid Why you think they call it dope, dope? Skin it back and monkey it Free your mind! Skin it back and monkey it Super stupid Why you think they call it dope, dope? |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
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Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit. Come on Maggot Brain Go on Maggot Brain |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
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A luscious bitch she is, true But it's not nice to fool mother nature The proud mother of god like all ho's Is jealous of her own shadow Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated By pimping their instincts Until they were fat, horny and strung-out In a neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe Who is this bitch? {sung:} Red hot mama from Louisiana Thumbin' her way to Savannah She been cooped up too long Red hot mama lookin' to the city Taxi dancers and big time spenders She's been groovin' Red hot mama was gettin' down Scoping the places where fun to be found She was smokin' Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Red hot mama was really bad She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be Red hot mama was a real gas Doin' it good and doing it fast She was smokin' Whoa, {etc}! Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Come on baby!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Right on!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Be my dog! You look good, girl Carry on! Hey! Get funky? Hey baby Be my dog Come on, baby! Red hot mama Right on Play, boy-a |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me we will do you no harm other than pee in your afro Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me Even if you don't dig it don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do Could be just for you Even if you don't feel it right now don't mean someday it'll turn you out you'll be outta sight You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm It's just for you With just a little bit of effort I can he will we might just turn you on Even if you don't admit it the time for change is here and here we are We're just for you Stick us in your ear and dig us One time One time One time One time and see We're just for you You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm It's just for you With just a little bit of effort I can he will we might just turn you on Music is designed to free your funky mind We have come to help you cope Out into another reality You will be Through our music we bring you hope Us is what time it is PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on (One more time!) Song out tonight Oh my soul is out tonight there's a song out tonight Y'all come on Us is what time it is Even if you don't dig it don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do Could be just for you You really shouldn't oughtta fight it the music is designed to do no harm We're just for you PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Doin, yeah! Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on PEOPLE! Whatcha doing, yeah? Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on Standing on the verge of getting it on Really gettin' it on |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
She's bad! The girl is bad!
Bad! The lady is bad! Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut Eatin' some fish and chips And this freaky little groupie >From the funky side of town Begin to give him some lip She was babblin' about how bad, ah She could do the bump The kid said on the real side of things Bertha, you got too much rump to bump! Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Move, your sexy body Every time you wiggle you hear the men holler for more The girl is bad! I'm on the ten most wanted list I've got it dead in the groove My face is on every wanted poster in town For the way I move (move) I'm public enemy #1 (your sexy body) To the undisco scene And, kid, if you don't get up your you-know-what and dance with me (everytime you wiggle you hear the mean holler for more) I'm gonna be forced to get mean The kid was cool He was no fool He said, "Get the funk off case" Without missing a beat Snatchin' him to his feet She bumped him all in the face Now the kid was teasin' He was definitely uncool Trying to get some hat? (move your sexy body) And she bumped him right back (baby let me see you move it all across the floor) Move, your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it on the disco floor Move, your sexy body Move your body Close to mine Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! The lady is bad! Bad! She's bad! He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Extra, extra, read all about it (move your body) We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news (close to mine) Extra, extra, read all about it We got a brand new thang Makin' headline news Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide, your slender body Every time you wiggle, make the men holler for more Bad! The girl is bad Real bad! She's bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! He scream, he shout She turned that mother out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out He scream, he shout She turned that sucker out (close to mine) He scream, he shout (move your sexy body) She turned that sucker out Bad! The girl is bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! She's bad! Bad! (every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more) Bad! Move your sexy body Baby, let me see you move it all across the floor Glide your slender body Baby, when you move, you make the men holler for more Glide your slender body Every time you wiggle, you make the men giggle for more She's bad, the girl is bad! Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more Glide your sexy body Baby let me see you dancing on the disco floor Ah-ah-yeah Every time she wiggle, she make the kid holler for more (x6) |
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from Funkadelic - Finest (2006)
Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Oh! Grief has got a hold on me I can't think for myself It's all because that woman of mine Making love to someone else I'm turnin' green from bein' blue Without your face around You found another to do your lovin' And me you have put down And I'm Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on ooooooooh! I'm trudging water all through the house I thought it was from my leakin' sink I phoned the plumber to rush right over and see if he could fix this leak He rushed right over and he took a look And much to my surprise He said "My son it's not your sink, It's teardrops from your eyes" Oh! Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Aaaaaaaaaaah! I chew my nails off one by one I only got one to go Unless I get what I been missin' Nails I'll have no more My nerves are shot I smoke a lot in my loneliness And until I see your face once again my lonely heart won't rest And I'm Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Sitting here with a broken heart wishing you'd come home oh Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see But as long as (Shorties?!?) are around I know what's in store for me You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me You can't miss what you can't measure That's what they tried to make me see (Shorties?!?) around I know for sure What's in store for me |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Comin' around the mountain when she comes
Ridin' two white horses when she comes Comin' around the mountain when she comes Get out on the dancefloor when she comes (x2) Doin' it! Because we like it Doin' it! Just for fun (x2) Comin' around the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes Comin' around the mountain when she comes Get out on the dancefloor when she comes (x2) Doin' it! Because we like it Doin' it! Just for fun (x2) Comin' around the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes Comin' around the mountain when she comes Get out on the dancefloor when she comes Comin' around the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes Comin' around the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes Doin' it! Because we like it Doin' it! Just for fun (x2) Comin' around the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call I was one of five born to my mother An older sister and three young brothers We've seen it hard, we've seen it kind of rough But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that life was really tough I can hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She said, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Then the devil sang "Would you like to dance with me? (Ooh-ahh-ooh) We're doin' the cosmic slop." (Ooh-ahh-ooh) (x3) She was well known through the ghetto Tricks would come and then they'd go The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey! Hear my mother call I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Late at night I hear her call Oh lord, lord I hear her call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Any and every thing I did. Please, please don't judge me too strong. Lord knows I meant no wrong. Lord knows I meant no wrong." Lord! (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Hear my mother call She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (ooh-ah-ooh) Any and every thing I did. (ooh-ah-ooh) Please, please don't judge me too strong. Hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh) Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyy! Mother! I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh) Mother, mother Late at night Late at night Calling me Mother I can hear my I can hear my mother calling me Late at night I hear my mother Late at night I hear my mother Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyyy-ayyy! |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Hi there
You probably don't remember me, right? Ah-ha, but I remember you You probably won't believe this, but, uh I, at the early age of seventeen Was adopted by aliens Was adopted by aliens That's right, I said aliens They have long since programmed me To return with this message When you learn to dance You won't forget it Ooh, when you learn to dance You won't forget it When you learn to dance You won't forget it When you learn to dance You won't forget it You can walk a mile in my shoes But you can't dance a step in my feet You can walk a mile in my shoes But you can't dance a step in my feet You stand a chance You can dance You stand a chance You can dance It's shocking to find (Sock it to the circuit) That your mind (Sock it to the circuit) And your behind (Sock it to the circuit) Gets a spanking in time Sock it to the circuit Dead it in addition We compute a perfect funk You can walk a mile in my shoes But you can't dance a step in my feet You can walk a mile in my shoes But you can't dance a step in my feet It's a bummer to find that your mind And your behind gets exploded in time The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies Oh, it's shocking to find That your mind and your behind Will get a spanking in due time You've seen the bomb Vietnam, LSD You've seen the E? You've seen DNA Watch them go to the moon, live on TV Sock it to the circuit We compute a perfect funk In the digital (We compute a perfect funk) It's shocking to find That your mind, like your behind Gets a spanking in time You've seen the bomb Vietnam, LSD You've seen the E? You've seen DNA Watch them go to the moon, live on TV The electric spanking of war babies Sock it to the circuit, in the digital We compute a perfect funk The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies We compute a perfect funk We compute a perfect funk The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies The electric spanking of war babies |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Yowwwwww--hii!
I'm overloaded Just blowin' a fuse Got myself some energy And I've got to use it Surgin' through the socket That, that's it Electromagnetism Electromagnetic child And I'm in my electric vibratory by day All we do is shout???? Got my finger in the socket The live wire shocked it to me Girl, I'm all charged up (x4) Cutie, electro-cutie (shock-it-to-me) (x3) (x2) Got my finger in the socket The live wire shocked it to me I'm overloaded to do is shout? Cutie (shock-shock-shock-shock-it-to-me) Electro-cutie (shock-shock-shock-shock-it-to-me) (x8) And I'm all wired up You got to get a hot foot??? Give me hot feet??? Cutie, electro-cutie (givin' me hot feet) Cutie, electro-cutie (shock-it-to-me) (x3) Cutie, electro-cutie ? Got my finger in the socket The live wire shocked it to me is shout? Yeah! Oohh, ooh, is shout? Who's that writing on ???? Stay right here I'll be right back You can't short-circuit When kilowatt's shocking to you (x4) Electomagnetism Electromagnetic child I'm in my vibratory by day Leaving you with shocks This old man He played one He be AC/DC all night long With a short-circuit kilowatt ? fuse This old man he sees the news And I'm all charged up Said I'm all charged up Said I'm all charged up I'm all charged up I'm all charged Cuties, electro-cuties (x2) (shock-shock-shock-shock-it-to-me) (x8) Cuties, electro-cuties I'm all charged up Shoot the ? Give them hot feet (x2) This old man He played one He be AC/DC all night long With a short-circuit kilowatt ? fuse This old man he sees the news I'm all charged up And I'm all charged up |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Yeah
Got to be I got to be freak of the week ooo Got to be I got to be freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week She's a big freak Going to be freak of the week She's a disco rocking momma at the disco's where you'll find her She's a big freak Tell by the company she keeps She's a disco rocking momma at the disco's where you'll find her Got to be She got to be the freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be the freak of the week oooo Got to be Got to be the freak of the week Yeah She got to be freak of the week She's a big freak Meant to be freak of the week She's a dancing interpretation of the meaning of syncopation She's a big freak Meant to be freak of the week Don't give her that one-groove groovalistic that disco sadistic That one beat up and down it just won't do Don't give her that forever and ever foreplay she's not looking for the showplay got to reach a point where she gets off She's a big freak Meant to be freak of the week She's a disco rocking momma at the disco's where you'll find her She's a big freak (great big freak) Meant to be freak of the week (Meant to be freak of the week) Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week ooooh Got to be I got to be freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week ooooh Got to be I got to be freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week ooooh Got to be I got to be freak of the week Yeah Got to be I got to be freak of the week She's a big freak Means to be freak of the week She's a disco rocking momma at the disco's where you'll find her She's a big freak (GREAT BIG FREAK) Meant to be freak of the week Don't give her that one-groove groovalistic that disco sadistic That one beat up and down it just won't do Don't give her that forever and ever foreplay she's not looking for the short way She's got to reach a point where she gets off Great big freak Meant to be freak of the week She's a big freak She's meant to be freak of the week Oh yeah She's a dancing interpretation of the meaning of syncopation She's a big freak wooo ooooo oooo oooo oo ooo woo ooo ooo Great big freak! Meant to be freak of the weeeeeeeeek Yeah yeah yeah yeah eee eee eee eeeeeee Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Got to be a freak Oooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo Got to be I got to be freak of the week yeah Got to be I got to be the freak of the week oooo Got to be She got to be freak of the week yeah Got to be I got to be the freak of the week oooooo Got to be I got to be freak of the week yeah Got to be She got to be the freak of the week Do it! I'm a big freak and I'm freak of the week I'm a disco rockin' momma and at the disco's where you'll find me I'm a big freak and I'm freak of the week I'm a dancing interpretation of the meaning of syncopation She's a big freak (GREAT BIG FREAK)! Meant to be freak of the weeeeeeeeeeeeeek Got to be got to be freak of the week yeah |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Holly wants to go to California
Holly would if only Holly could Holly she belongs in California Holly would if only Holly could Holly's got a heavenly body Which all stars need to shine Holly, she's a star Holly's got a beautiful mind Holly wants to go to California Holly would if only Holly could Holly she belongs in California Holly would if only Holly could Holly's got a heavenly body Which all stars need to shine Holly, she's a star Holly's got a beautiful mind If Holly want to go to California Holly would, if only Holly could And she'd shine, Like the Hollywood sign On Sunset and Vine In nighttime, in the nighttime Holly wants to go to California, Holly would, and if Holly ever should Holly's got a heavenly body Which all stars they need to shine Holly, she's a star Holly, she's got a beautiful mind Let Holly go To California Cause Holly would if only Holly Holly wants to go to California Holly would, if only Holly could And she'd shine, Like the Hollywood sign On Sunset and Vine In nighttime, in the nighttime Holly wants to go to California Yeah, She'll make it. |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
If you got funk, you got style
You're funkin' and you're styling all the while When you got funk, you got class You're out on the floor movin' your ass She ain't conscientious about her talk Don't give a damn about her walk She gets to that and that's the funk? When she does this funk she never stop I don't claim to be a super freak She just want to dance to a freaky beat She don't claim to be a cover girl Don't claim to be, but give it a whirl Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head (cover girl) Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head (super freak) Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head (she ain't) Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head If you got funk, you got style You're funkin' and you're styling all the while If you got funk, you got class You're out on the floor movin' your ass (x2) Girl'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl She ain't a super freak Girl ain't a super freak She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl Ain't a cover girl She ain't a super freak Need a freaky beat She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl (need a freaky beat) She'll give it a whirl (ow!) Girl ain't a cover girl She'll give it a whirl (she needs a super beat) Girl ain't a cover girl (she needs a super...beat) She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl She'll give it a whirl Girl ain't a cover girl |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Into you now
(x3) Into you, my people I can't get into the neutron bomb I can't get into something that will do me some harm I can't get into a drug addict principle I can't get into something that would close the door If it's right, it's all right for you now If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho Any night you'll be uptight until you find That the wrong and the right are within your mind Into you now (x4) Into you, my people Into you now Imagine me Into you now Into you Into you now My heart Into you, my people I can't get into the poisoned land I can't get into something I don't understand I can't into a bad romance I can't get into a love that ends in a chance If it's right, it's all right with you now If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho Any night you'll be uptight until you find That the wrong and the right are within your mind (repeat) Into you now (x3) Into you, my people And you into me |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
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Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit. Come on Maggot Brain Go on Maggot Brain |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I
Yeah, ha Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Hey Get a little peek, the picture gets clearer Time well spent, brings you nearer my love I like to do that starting to dream Yeah a glossy 8x10 she had such gorgeous hair I always miss my kisses there But lately I just sing I pretend Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I I ....something Reminds me of the time on the love we spent making love after dark Heyyyy And I'm Everything remains the same thanks to down memory lane Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Give a little bit the picture gets clearer Time well spent, brings you nearer my love I like to do that I like to dee-dee dah-dah Give a little bit the picture gets clearer Time well spent, brings you nearer my love Oh, I Oh, I (girl said, picture frame, girl didn't sign her name) Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Oh, I Oh, I (you had such gorgeous hair) Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I (I placed my kisses there) Give a little bit the picture seems to get clearer memory lane Whoaa Ahhh-ahhh-ahh ahh-ahh Ooooooo (x7) Me chasing you Oh, and making love in the park after dark Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I the picture gets clearer down memory lane Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I ???? chasing down memory lane Oh, I Oh, I Whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-oo whoa-ho-ho-ho oh, I (x2) |
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