me Further and further and further Further away We Turn And we turn And we turn And give it away And we turn And we turn And we turn And give it away
, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it like that Here we go again, check on your man Fast as we can, we got an evil plan If you can't
mellow, mo We motivated a marsh pit like heavy metal Rock crowds from punk rock to soul And bring funk to monks and aunts and uncles What you getting good? We da real mother funkers Funk what you thunk we
: [Chorus:] Straight up funk in your ear If you really want it It's over here [x2] And yo it's mad funkiness and we be blowing up blough tell me what
I do Check it, the Rap Hustlaz made this one for you, playa [Hook: Nikia Shine] Turn ya TV's on, light'cha truck up Turn ya TV's on, light'cha car up
, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we
wine Son I'm in the street crime Every word, every line Got juice very fine Turn me loose on mankind Detionate the land mine Funk gets me goin' now Never
galaxy hold Stir this like small plane turbulence The hospital feedback, operation urgence The dictatorship, on a foreseen future You ain't used ta, galactica funk
at this point there's no turning back But to be exact I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In '92 we take cabs '93, we take loot Because
Grand funk, a new home for the phrase, Funkin' Lesson the pathways, "Ready or not here we come, get in down on the one which we believe in. One nation
is Beastie We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners
pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out We gonna take it to you live where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya Everyday and all day, how we
the funk thang Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite The work perfected, when the funk
a second and give me a chance Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out Cardiac arrest
, and picked Snoop under the gun it was just me, Lil Bird, Lil Los and my cousin trying to keep the tribe alive under 50's watchful eye so we didn't all
gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk (c'mon) I drink that Dom Perignon (oh) I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh) I got that red eye bomb
nigga fucked around with Huntin' for some shit to get up into and we found it If you had a problem with a nigga, we was down with We rolled by your set
sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco inferners Concentration camp, nobody turn