Funk is my mother, George is my father
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Obsessed with creating another author
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Now I remember back when everything was On the One
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(Nah, they couldn't get none)
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Let me take you back a little further than that
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The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack
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But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage
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With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
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Stop, look up, and what do you see?
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The Mothership landing in DC
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So, yo, thank God for Parliament
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Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
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There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
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Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie Hazel
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Yo, I remember that and you do too
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He would always call the Mothership down for you
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Ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga
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Yeah, you can do it, Humpty, don't be shy
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But Shock G, come and reminisce with Shorty B
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You know that I was born one of the Funkentelechy
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Humpty-Hump and the Horny Horns why don't you blow for me
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[Chorus x4]
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Tales of the F-U-N-K-Y, tales of the funky
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She said, I know the drummer can you let me in?
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Tell the guitar player that I brought my friends
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She was fine, sweet with a touch of class
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No Head, No Backstage Pass
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Funk used to be a bad word to you
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I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two
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So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow
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Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
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Get Up to Get Down, I said I'd Rather Be With You
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George and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew
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But since you've been lost, yo, I've been so lost too
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So Flash your Lights in the air
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And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere
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Don't be Standing On the Verge of Gettin It On
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And George'll be the first to tell you when the funk's gone
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There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid
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You might imagine me funky though like Cupid
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What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob
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D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
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I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
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I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
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And like Starchild and Grady
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I grab the funk by the neck and let it take me
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To the Aquaboogie, with a giggle and squirm
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And if you ain't funky you will learn
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I confess you've got to clean your chest
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And don't forget that Everything is On the One
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[Chorus]
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So would you, could you funk, do you wanna
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And if I ask to funk are you gonna
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Get stopped, cream always rises to the top
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See pop ain't where I'm coming from
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So haul to the left and don't forget to bring your Bop Gun
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Do that stuff like you knew (Shorty B)
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And if you're down with the funk, that's me and you
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And now that I just took you back to the future
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It's time to wake you up so I begin to suture
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Stitch you up, and then I mend your wounds
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But Red Hot Lover's got the Loose Booty
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My lyrics amaze the vital juices, wanna do me
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Like Too Short, too many funky words sooth me
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(Yo, I'm tripping) Trojan on my tip and won't trip
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About the articulation from my lips
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So here we go, I'm about to show
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All the homies in the hood that I can flow
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With the Underground, with the P-funk in the sound
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And if it ain't gots the P it ain't down
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I'm like Al Capone on the microphone
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I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through your home
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But like Ice Cube said, once again it's on
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I won't bite though just to write a funky rhyme
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I go platinum, for the very first time I wrote my rhyme
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With the Parker, not Paisley
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And if Prince is on my tip it don't phase me
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I'm from the old school of funk
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Yo, I got Knee-Deep bumping in my trunk
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This is not a trivia or a quiz
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I just put the funk back in showbiz, y'all
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[Chorus]
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Ain't nothing but a party, y'all, haha
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Haha, once again, 1991, Shorty B
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Hitting you off with mfstbc (??)
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Still kicking it for the Acorn posse
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Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth kicking it
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Yeah, wanna send a shout out to Shock G
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Cause without him there would be no me
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And that's M-E, and I'm O-U-T
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Tales of the Funky
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