Lyrics:
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
I seen many men fold, many hearts turn cold
Many died by any means on the long road to the cheddar green
Now baby this that funk, girls shake they
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (ain't it funky, though?)
(Death Row, Death Row)
Everybody know I got more bounce than an ounce (Death Row,
a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit,
bounce to this
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
alright.
? : (muffled)
Don: the tape is rolling.
? : (muffled)
Don: here we go. this is grand funk railroad and here comes the count. one, ...
? : get
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
bout that
I’m a dope emcee, so funk with me
I stay on the mic like constantly
The local studio is where you’ll likely find me
Unloading verbal schematics
Kranichstein, Lowrider, High 5
Aj, dreh' dein Album auf Stand-by
Jetzt kommt OL, Bandanas mit Tec-9s
Du solltest wegbleiben, alles vorbei
Du weißt doch, wie
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock,
the funk in grand
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon
Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
nation that is, that recorded the album
My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Flip Gray in the house
My man Buttnaked, Tim Dawg, ugh
Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
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