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from Funkadelic - Hardcore Jollies (2003)
You scared me, baby (yeah)
You scared the love right out of me (x3) I thought I knew all there is to do I stuck out my chest and dove into a love With ego in charge, I charged into what seemed To be the quickest way into manhood You scared me, baby You scared the love right outta me (x2) Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, whoa "Eat this for me" and from a tiny tree She plucked a fruit and placed it on her navel I was no freak, but I was gettin' weak I took the quickest way into her womanhood You scared me, baby (yeah) You scared the love right outta me (x5) "Eat this for me" and from a tiny tree She plucked a fruit and placed it on her navel I was no freak, but I was gettin' weak I took the quickest way into her womanhood You scared me, baby (yeah) You scared the love right outta me (x5) |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
You scared me, baby (yeah)
You scared the love right out of me (x3) I thought I knew all there is to do I stuck out my chest and dove into a love With ego in charge, I charged into what seemed To be the quickest way into manhood You scared me, baby You scared the love right outta me (x2) Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, whoa "Eat this for me" and from a tiny tree She plucked a fruit and placed it on her navel I was no freak, but I was gettin' weak I took the quickest way into her womanhood You scared me, baby (yeah) You scared the love right outta me (x5) "Eat this for me" and from a tiny tree She plucked a fruit and placed it on her navel I was no freak, but I was gettin' weak I took the quickest way into her womanhood You scared me, baby (yeah) You scared the love right outta me (x5) |
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from Funkadelic - Cosmic Slop (2004)
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 - 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 - 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 - Maggot Brain (1971)
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 Slums Of Beverly Hills (비버리힐즈의 아우성) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (1999)
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)
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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2002)
Who says a jazz band
Can't play dance music? Who says a rock band Can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah! We're gonna play some Funk so loud We're gonna Rock and roll around Watch them dance Watch them dance We really love to play We really want to stay here Won't you take the time To get the music on your mind We'll release you from the bind. We've been around for such a while Be kinda hard not to have style When time get slower By the mile We relax and wear a great big smile You can count my teeth 1,2,3 Four Five People think 'Cause we are here Our jazz ran out The ships won't steer No more We picked up on the rhythm here If you just take a toot and have a beer We're gonna make it clear Ho ho Yes, and when the morning gets here Jazz and soul We never take a chance Music is our one romance, yeah May I have this dance Give it a chance |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Who says a jazz band
Can't play dance music? Who says a rock band Can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah! We're gonna play some Funk so loud We're gonna Rock and roll around Watch them dance Watch them dance We really love to play We really want to stay here Won't you take the time To get the music on your mind We'll release you from the bind. We've been around for such a while Be kinda hard not to have style When time get slower By the mile We relax and wear a great big smile You can count my teeth 1,2,3 Four Five People think 'Cause we are here Our jazz ran out The ships won't steer No more We picked up on the rhythm here If you just take a toot and have a beer We're gonna make it clear Ho ho Yes, and when the morning gets here Jazz and soul We never take a chance Music is our one romance, yeah May I have this dance Give it a chance |
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from Funkadelic - Funk Gets Stronger (2001)
Who says a jazz band
Can't play dance music? Who says a rock band Can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah! We're gonna play some Funk so loud We're gonna Rock and roll around Watch them dance Watch them dance We really love to play We really want to stay here Won't you take the time To get the music on your mind We'll release you from the bind. We've been around for such a while Be kinda hard not to have style When time get slower By the mile We relax and wear a great big smile You can count my teeth 1,2,3 Four Five People think 'Cause we are here Our jazz ran out The ships won't steer No more We picked up on the rhythm here If you just take a toot and have a beer We're gonna make it clear Ho ho Yes, and when the morning gets here Jazz and soul We never take a chance Music is our one romance, yeah May I have this dance Give it a chance |
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from Funkadelic - One Nation Under A Groove (2002)
Who says a jazz band
Can't play dance music? Who says a rock band Can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah! We're gonna play some Funk so loud We're gonna Rock and roll around Watch them dance Watch them dance We really love to play We really want to stay here Won't you take the time To get the music on your mind We'll release you from the bind. We've been around for such a while Be kinda hard not to have style When time get slower By the mile We relax and wear a great big smile You can count my teeth 1,2,3 Four Five People think 'Cause we are here Our jazz ran out The ships won't steer No more We picked up on the rhythm here If you just take a toot and have a beer We're gonna make it clear Ho ho Yes, and when the morning gets here Jazz and soul We never take a chance Music is our one romance, yeah May I have this dance Give it a chance |
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from Funkadelic - Maggot Brain (1971)
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I gotta go to work What kind of shit is this Keep that goddamn kid from crying God damn it When do we want freedom? Now! What do we want? Freedom! When do we want it? Now! Freedom! Now! Freedom! Now! flight 101.... Oo-oop a dooh Oh yeah? Right on Right the Right on brother Right on,brother More power to the people More power to the people More pussy to the power More pussy to the people More power to the pussy More pussy to the power Power to the pussy! More peter to the eater More power to the pussy More pussy to the power Right on, right on! More power to the pussy More pussy to the power More power to the peter More peter to the pussy Right on! God damn! Look at that pollution! It's a fat funky person |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2001)
All right,
All you inductees fall out and form some kinda line or something I want all you young ladies to stick your chests out And get your hips to move! 'Cause Uncle Jam wants you to join his army! Come on, y'all I know it's early, but you gotta get down. Go on and rock, Sue, rock! I'm a soldier, in the army, of Uncle Jam Come on and work out in that foxhole. Ain't no need to get dirty, but you can get down This is the army with the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs We're not gonna do it by fightingGet up! Get down! Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him La da dee da dee dee dee dee da You said you'd be ready, if he called on you Now he's a righteous kind of leader Just demanding funk and groove from you Get down I see you out there in that field, riding on that 88, feeling ok haHEY! So you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Pick your feet up Come on y'all If you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Alright you mugs- this is Uncle Jam's army, see? And we're on groove maneuvers, see I don't want nobody sweatin' til I tell ya You gotta you gotta you got to Marching in the foxhole All right you mugs, so you want to dance? This is Uncle Jam's army, and we're on groove maneuvers, see You've got to join Uncle Jam's army Just marching to the groove, honey Got it going on the good foot Gotta get on up Happy feet, happy foot, happy time Marching in this army Marching in this army, see Rescuing dance music from the blahs Rescuing dance music from the blahs Wake up! Come on, y'all Now here's where we start steppin' Like we |
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from Funkadelic - The Original Cosmic Funk Crew (2001)
All right,
All you inductees fall out and form some kinda line or something I want all you young ladies to stick your chests out And get your hips to move! 'Cause Uncle Jam wants you to join his army! Come on, y'all I know it's early, but you gotta get down. Go on and rock, Sue, rock! I'm a soldier, in the army, of Uncle Jam Come on and work out in that foxhole. Ain't no need to get dirty, but you can get down This is the army with the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs We're not gonna do it by fightingGet up! Get down! Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him La da dee da dee dee dee dee da You said you'd be ready, if he called on you Now he's a righteous kind of leader Just demanding funk and groove from you Get down I see you out there in that field, riding on that 88, feeling ok haHEY! So you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Pick your feet up Come on y'all If you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Alright you mugs- this is Uncle Jam's army, see? And we're on groove maneuvers, see I don't want nobody sweatin' til I tell ya You gotta you gotta you got to Marching in the foxhole All right you mugs, so you want to dance? This is Uncle Jam's army, and we're on groove maneuvers, see You've got to join Uncle Jam's army Just marching to the groove, honey Got it going on the good foot Gotta get on up Happy feet, happy foot, happy time Marching in this army Marching in this army, see Rescuing dance music from the blahs Rescuing dance music from the blahs Wake up! Come on, y'all Now here's where we start steppin' Like we |
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from Funkadelic - Uncle Jam Wants You ! (2004)
All right,
All you inductees fall out and form some kinda line or something I want all you young ladies to stick your chests out And get your hips to move! 'Cause Uncle Jam wants you to join his army! Come on, y'all I know it's early, but you gotta get down. Go on and rock, Sue, rock! I'm a soldier, in the army, of Uncle Jam Come on and work out in that foxhole. Ain't no need to get dirty, but you can get down This is the army with the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs We're not gonna do it by fightingGet up! Get down! Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him La da dee da dee dee dee dee da You said you'd be ready, if he called on you Now he's a righteous kind of leader Just demanding funk and groove from you Get down I see you out there in that field, riding on that 88, feeling ok haHEY! So you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Pick your feet up Come on y'all If you want to dance? You've got to join Uncle Jam's army. Alright you mugs- this is Uncle Jam's army, see? And we're on groove maneuvers, see I don't want nobody sweatin' til I tell ya You gotta you gotta you got to Marching in the foxhole All right you mugs, so you want to dance? This is Uncle Jam's army, and we're on groove maneuvers, see You've got to join Uncle Jam's army Just marching to the groove, honey Got it going on the good foot Gotta get on up Happy feet, happy foot, happy time Marching in this army Marching in this army, see Rescuing dance music from the blahs Rescuing dance music from the blahs Wake up! Come on, y'all Now here's where we start steppin' Like we |
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from Funkadelic - Cosmic Slop (2004)
Your Honor, I didn't do it
I didn't pimp her just for money What's wrong with making her call me daddy? Your Honor, I didn't do it Oh, Your Honor, she didn't like it I don't care what she said I didn't make her sell head Your Honor, I didn't do it The judge and jury just frowned at me They said, "For exploiting your lady Just for a payday is a sin and you will pay" When getting over is high above your head And gettin' high can get you dead What are you supposed to do? I didn't pimp her to support my high Pick up my car and keep me flyin' No, Your Honor, I did not do it The judge and jury still frowned (Your Honor) And said, "Ten to twenty" Your Honor, I still did not do it Your Honor |
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from Funkadelic - Cosmic Slop (2004)
Are you mad, at me, darling?
Are you sorry that we, we, we met? Have you learned to love another? Has he told you to for, for-for-forget But no other heart can love you Like this broken heart Of mine Yeah, I've been diggin' on your vibes lately (this broken heart of mine) Yes, and you've been finding more faults Than Carter got liver pills (broken) And I'm hip to all that Gemini material laying around (this broken heart of mine) heh And I ain't no Gemini (broken broken) I just want to make sure you ain't half-steppin' (this broken heart of mine) and short-strokin' Can you get to that? Well, no other heart can love you Like this broken heart of mine Like this broken heart Of mine |
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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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2002)
{spoken}
Hi there (hi, are you talking to me? What is that?) You probably don't remember me, right? (no, I don't remember you) Ah-ha, but I remember you (what's that? I don't???) You probably won't believe this, but, uh I, at the early age of seventeen Was adopted by aliens hahahah (hahahaha) Was adopted by aliens hahahah (hahahaha, oh god) That's right, I said aliens (ahh) They have long since programmed me To return with this message {sung} When you learn to dance You won't forget it Ooh, if you learn to dance You won't forget it When you learn to dance You won't forget it (x2) You can walk a mile in my shoes But you can't dance a step in my feet (x2) You stand a chance You can dance, ooh-ooh (x2) 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 (x2) It's a bummer to find That your mind And your behind Gets exploded in time The electric spanking of war babies (x4) Oh it's shocking to find That your mind And your behind (electric) Will get a spanking in due time (spanking of war babies) You've seen the bomb (electric) Vietnam (spanking of) LSD (war babies) You've seen the ? You've seen DNA Watch them go to the moon Live on TV Sock it to the circuit We compute a perfect funk digital??? We compute a perfect funk you can dance, ooh-ooh It's shocking to find That your mind Like your behind Gets a spanking in time (spanking in time) Sock it to the circuit You've seen the bomb Vietnam LSD You've seen the ? You've seen DNA Watch them go to the moon Live on TV Electric spanking of war babies Sock it to the circuit Dead it in addition??? We compute a perfect funk Electric spanking of war babies (x3) We compute a funky funk We compute a perfect funk Electric spanking of war babies (x7) |
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from Funkadelic - Tales Of Kidd Funkadelic (2006)
{spoken}
(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)
{spoken}
(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 - Maggot Brain (1971)
Super stupid bought a nickel bag
Thought it was coke, but it was skag Super stupid did a one and one Then his eyes begin to water and his nose begin to run Oh! stupid with your ups and downs Your maggot brain, your grins and frowns Super stupid you're here today You've lost the fight and the winner is fear Did-did-did did-um Whoa, hey |
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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 - Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On (2004)
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)
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)
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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2001)
Given the chance
I would love the hell out of you, little girl Don't you know? Give me a sign (Give me a sign) Let me know if it's alright that I desire you You've got just what it takes to turn me on You're out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss ya I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) Feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) Trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying out (Feel like trying) Movin' around, girl, you got me so upset Don't you know? Don't it show Give me a place (Give me a place) To say, "Baby, let's get down all the way" You've got just what it takes to turn me on And I'm out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss you I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) I feel like trying my love out on you, girl |
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from Funkadelic - Hardcore Jollies (2003)
Given the chance
I would love the hell out of you, little girl Don't you know? Give me a sign (Give me a sign) Let me know if it's alright that I desire you You've got just what it takes to turn me on You're out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss ya I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) Feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) Trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying out (Feel like trying) Movin' around, girl, you got me so upset Don't you know? Don't it show Give me a place (Give me a place) To say, "Baby, let's get down all the way" You've got just what it takes to turn me on And I'm out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss you I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) I feel like trying my love out on you, girl |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Given the chance
I would love the hell out of you, little girl Don't you know? Give me a sign (Give me a sign) Let me know if it's alright that I desire you You've got just what it takes to turn me on You're out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss ya I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) Feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) Trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying out (Feel like trying) Movin' around, girl, you got me so upset Don't you know? Don't it show Give me a place (Give me a place) To say, "Baby, let's get down all the way" You've got just what it takes to turn me on And I'm out of sight, girl, don't you know? I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you, I want to kiss you I just want to kiss you on your, desire, baby I've got a thing for you I feel like trying my love out on you, girl (Feel like trying) I feel like trying (Feel like trying, oh) I feel like trying my love out on you, girl |
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from Funkadelic - Free Your Mind... (1970)
Much greater than science fiction
Is this thang about my new affliction Waves of pain are sweeping through me yet tell me who would ever believe me Rather than believe it's all your leavin' That caused me to suffer all this grievin' I blame it on something that can't be explained I said that I've got a new kind of pain I've got headache in my heart heartache in my head Each and every single day Money is spent in some sort of way Forget all the doctors being absolutely certain For months for me they can't find what's hurting When the pills that the pain brings on It's got nothin' to do with the fact that you're gone You ain't the reason why I don't sleep at night It's only because I'm trying to fight this Headache in my heart then I got a heartache in my head |
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from Funkadelic - Hardcore Jollies (2003)
Looking back at you
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Smokey, when I speak your name Smokey, you do something to my brain Hey, Smokey, I'm like a dog on your chain Smokey baby, you got me singing this sweet refrain Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you, baby Hold on, Smokey, baby, I love you Hold on, Smokey, baby, I can feel you go Ah, hold on, Smokey baby Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot ... |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
Looking back at you
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Smokey, when I speak your name Smokey, you do something to my brain Hey, Smokey, I'm like a dog on your chain Smokey baby, you got me singing this sweet refrain Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you, baby Hold on, Smokey, baby, I love you Hold on, Smokey, baby, I can feel you go Ah, hold on, Smokey baby Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot ... |
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from Funkadelic - Electric Spanking War Babies (2002)
Whooaa, I know
Hey, mon The third world is on the one Right on the downbeat Sending out shockwaves throughout the world Hey, mon Sending out shockwaves throughout the world And if I could feel the thrill A little bit of this (hey) A little bit of that Rock and roll will never die (just a little bit) (Whooo-oohhh-ohhh) I see my feet covered with snow I want to take my shoes off And to Jamaica I'll go Hey, mon Have you seen the way people get out of trouble? They just groove On the one Everybody is down on the one, two (x2) Mmm, hey just one more time for a little bit (Whooo-oohhh-ohhh) Politicians are struggling They're wondering what to do Meanwhile, on Belle Isle P.Funk is getting off for you! I'm from the first world (you see) I like to groove (I'm from the first world) Don't won't no problems (don't need no problems) Set up that groove I'm from the first world Sending out shockwaves Whooa-hahhaaa, hey! Hey, mon Why you April Fool me, mon? The Third World is right on the one Right there on the downbeat Hey, mon I'd rather go dancing Than have a meeting about your problems On the one, right there, on the downbeat Sending out shockwaves Throughout the world (x2) Look at my shoes They're full of holes Nobody cares, nobody but my toes Sing! I'm a-from the first world I like to groove (I don't need no problems) Don't want no problems Set up that groove I'm a-from a the first world Sending out, sending out Shockwaves, shockwaves, shockwaves, shockwaves Whooaaa, I know Hey, mon The Third World is on the one Right on the downbeat Sending out shockwaves Throughout the world (x2) Buh-doo-doo doo-doop Buh-doo-doo doo-doo Buh-doo-doo doo-doop Buh dah dah dah doo-doop Whooa-ohhh, ohhh, ohhh You see I'm from the first world I like to groove Don't want no problems Set up that groove You see I'm from the first world (I told you I'm from the first world) Sending out shockwaves And as the world turns I like to groove and move you see I'm from the first world I like to groove Don't want no problems (on these days of our lives) Set up that groove I'm from the first world doing that tonight, JR You see, if we was in Dallas, you see He'd say, I'd like to groove Don't need no problems And general hospital I'm from the first world Sending out shockwaves |
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from Funkadelic - Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On (2004)
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)
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 - Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On (2004)
{spoken:}
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)
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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)
{spoken:}
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 - One Nation Under A Groove (2002)
The world is a toll-free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes And psychologically speaking We're in a state of mental diarrhea Talking shit a mile a minute Or in a state of constipated notions Can't think of nothin' but shit And in this world of Stinky futures, shitty memories and Constipated 19 now-nows Emerges from the hiney of your head The doo doo chasers, The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad The prune juice of the mind The doo doo chasers Friends of roto-rooter Bringing you music to get your shit together by The band in the tidy bowl of your brain (What was that long word again-Promental?) A musical bowel movement Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea Social bullshit Crazy do-loops Mental poots They call us the unflushables One swipe a clean wipe (Go flush it, fellas) And what causes all of this shit? What is the source of food for thought? Ego-munchies Images doggie bags Me burger with I sauce on it Me burger with I sauce on it A myself sandwich A personal burger Hamburger And a glass of constricted cola Out to lunch with lunch meat The fear of being eaten by the sandwich The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis----- The doo doo chasers Friends of roto-rooter Music to clean your shit by Low calorie logic Muscle brain Skinny brain Count the calories of your thoughts Funk, Confucius says Like Chinese laxatives Sweet and sour bowel movements And in this world of stinky memories Shitty futures 19 now nows-constipated-like The prune juice of the mind The band in the tidy bowl of your brain Bringing you music to clean your shit by Funk, the P-Preparation The mental musical bowel movement Groovalax One swipe a clean wipe And with no extra charge A psychological trend A neurological enema Holy Shit (let me try one-crap) Corpolite Prehistoric doo doo Helping you get your shit together Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal We bring you the doo doo chasers (Which one is George Clinton?) Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again The fear of being eaten by a sandwich Lunchville Where lunch is a nice time of day At least twice a week Fried Ice Cream is a reality (Which one is George Clinton?) Fried Ice Cream is a reality Guess who's coming to lunch I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man! Fried Ice Cream is a reality! Fried Ice Cream is a reality! Fried Ice Cream is a reality! |
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from Funkadelic - One Nation Under A Groove (2002)
The world is a toll free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes And psychologically speaking We're in a state of mental diarrhea Talking shit a mile a minute Or in a state of constipated notions Can't think of nothin' but shit And in this world of stinky futures Shitty memories and constipated 19 now nows Emerges from the hiney of your head The doo doo chasers The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad The prune juice of the mind The doo doo chasers Friends of roto rooter Bringing you music to get your shit together By the band in the tidy bowl of your brain (What was that long word again Promental?) A musical bowel movement Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea Social bullshit Crazy do-loops Mental poots They call us the unflushables One swipe a clean wipe (Go flush it, fellas) And what causes all of this shit? What is the source of food for thought? Ego-munchies Images doggie bags Me burger with I sauce on it Me burger with I sauce on it A myself sandwich, a personal burger hamburger And a glass of constricted cola Out to lunch with lunch meat The fear of being eaten by the sandwich The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis The doo doo chasers Friends of roto rooter Music to clean your shit by Low calorie logic Muscle brain Skinny brain Count the calories of your thoughts Funk, Confucius says Like Chinese laxatives Sweet and sour bowel movements And in this world of stinky memories Shitty futures, 19 now nows constipated Like the prune juice of the mind The band in the tidy bowl of your brain Bringing you music to clean your shit by Funk, the P-Preparation The mental musical bowel movement Groovalax One swipe a clean wipe And with no extra charge A psychological trend A neurological enema Holy shit (Let me try one crap) Corpolite Prehistoric doo doo Helping you get your shit together Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal We bring you the doo doo chasers (Which one is George Clinton?) Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again The fear of being eaten by a sandwich Lunchville Where lunch is a nice time of day At least twice a week Fried Ice Cream is a reality (Which one is George Clinton?) Fried Ice cream is a reality Guess who's coming to lunch I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man Fried Ice Cream is a reality Fried Ice Cream is a reality Fried Ice Cream is a reality |
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from Funkadelic - The Original Cosmic Funk Crew (2001)
So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it (So low you can't get under it) So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) Da-yee do do do do do do This is a chance This is a chance Dance your way Out of your constrictions (Tell sugah) Here's a chance to dance our way out of our constrictions Gonna be freakin'! Up and down Hang up alley way With the groove our Only guide We shall all be moved Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which We believe in One nation under a groove, gettin' down just for the funk (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Good God) 'bout time I got down one time One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Aye aye aye aye aye) Feet don't fail me now Give you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Do you promise to funk? The whole funk, nothin' but the funk Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which we believe in Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constrictions (Do do dee oh doo) (Do do dee oh doo) (You can dance away) Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Here's a chance to dance Our way out of our constrictions Gonna be groovin' up and down Hang up alley way The groove our only guide We shall all be moved Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Here's my chance to dance my way out of my constrictions Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for (Feet don't fail me now) (Feet don't fail me now) Do you promise to funk, the whole funk, nothin' but the funk One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk? Do you promise to funk? Hah Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Here's my way to dance my way out) Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation And we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? You can't stop us now Givin' you more of what you're Funkin' for |
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from Funkadelic - One Nation Under A Groove (2002)
So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it (So low you can't get under it) So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) Da-yee do do do do do do This is a chance This is a chance Dance your way Out of your constrictions (Tell sugah) Here's a chance to dance our way out of our constrictions Gonna be freakin'! Up and down Hang up alley way With the groove our Only guide We shall all be moved Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which We believe in One nation under a groove, gettin' down just for the funk (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Good God) 'bout time I got down one time One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Aye aye aye aye aye) Feet don't fail me now Give you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Do you promise to funk? The whole funk, nothin' but the funk Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which we believe in Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constrictions (Do do dee oh doo) (Do do dee oh doo) (You can dance away) Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Here's a chance to dance Our way out of our constrictions Gonna be groovin' up and down Hang up alley way The groove our only guide We shall all be moved Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Here's my chance to dance my way out of my constrictions Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for (Feet don't fail me now) (Feet don't fail me now) Do you promise to funk, the whole funk, nothin' but the funk One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk? Do you promise to funk? Hah Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Here's my way to dance my way out) Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation And we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? You can't stop us now Givin' you more of what you're Funkin' for |
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from Funkadelic - Funk Gets Stronger (2002)
So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it (So low you can't get under it) So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) Da-yee do do do do do do This is a chance This is a chance Dance your way Out of your constrictions (Tell sugah) Here's a chance to dance our way out of our constrictions Gonna be freakin'! Up and down Hang up alley way With the groove our Only guide We shall all be moved Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which We believe in One nation under a groove, gettin' down just for the funk (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Good God) 'bout time I got down one time One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Aye aye aye aye aye) Feet don't fail me now Give you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Do you promise to funk? The whole funk, nothin' but the funk Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which we believe in Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constrictions (Do do dee oh doo) (Do do dee oh doo) (You can dance away) Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Here's a chance to dance Our way out of our constrictions Gonna be groovin' up and down Hang up alley way The groove our only guide We shall all be moved Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Here's my chance to dance my way out of my constrictions Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for (Feet don't fail me now) (Feet don't fail me now) Do you promise to funk, the whole funk, nothin' but the funk One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk? Do you promise to funk? Hah Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Here's my way to dance my way out) Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation And we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? You can't stop us now Givin' you more of what you're Funkin' for |
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from Funkadelic - The Whole Fun & Nothing But The Funk (2005)
So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it (So low you can't get under it) So high you can't get over it (So high you can't get over it) Da-yee do do do do do do This is a chance This is a chance Dance your way Out of your constrictions (Tell sugah) Here's a chance to dance our way out of our constrictions Gonna be freakin'! Up and down Hang up alley way With the groove our Only guide We shall all be moved Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which We believe in One nation under a groove, gettin' down just for the funk (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Good God) 'bout time I got down one time One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Aye aye aye aye aye) Feet don't fail me now Give you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Do you promise to funk? The whole funk, nothin' but the funk Ready or not here we come Gettin' down on the one which we believe in Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constrictions (Do do dee oh doo) (Do do dee oh doo) (You can dance away) Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Here's a chance to dance Our way out of our constrictions Gonna be groovin' up and down Hang up alley way The groove our only guide We shall all be moved Feet don't fail me now (ha ha) Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now Here's my chance to dance my way out of my constrictions Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for (Feet don't fail me now) (Feet don't fail me now) Do you promise to funk, the whole funk, nothin' but the funk One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk? Do you promise to funk? Hah Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Here's my way to dance my way out) Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation And we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? You can't stop us now Givin' you more of what you're Funkin' for |
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from Funkadelic - Electric Spanking War Babies (2002)
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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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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from Funkadelic - Cosmic Slop (2004)
Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless
My imagination could no longer take me there So I slid into my copping haberdashery And gave into the original jones: sex Now my sexy jones was below sea level The hornies occupied my being I was at that stage where most men would say "Hey ho, it's your life or your legs" but I was cooler than that She said, "No compute". I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl I could tell by her makeup plus the scent was there So I sashayed over to her and, uh Spoke of my plan She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love to me?" I said, "Is pig what's in pork? Or are you gonna play hard after all the trouble you went through to get chosen?" She said, ah, "No compute". Finally, she said, "Uh, I could, uh, probably go for what you're talking about But it's really about my birth control pills." I said, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." When in doubt vamp, or at least ad-lib "And of course, you know, spit don't make babies." She smiled and said, "No compute". But I could tell she was getting in to it So off we went There was fun to be had, love to be made "Strange", I said to myself, as I laid smoking a last joint before the technic easing of sleep "What a man will go for when the hornies set in." Well suddenly, as she laid there, mouth half open, wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick I was sick with the guilties, and she smiled in her sleep As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." |
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from Funkadelic - Cosmic Slop (2004)
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 Coffee And Cigarettes (2005)
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)
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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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 - Cosmic Slop (2004)
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)
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 - One Nation Under A Groove (2002)
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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 - Maggot Brain (1971)
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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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2001)
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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 - Funk Gets Stronger (2002)
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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)
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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 - 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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