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you get enough, yeah

We want to play for you
Our funky sound, yeah
Move it to the music and
Get down, down, down

Shake your rump to the funk
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type
guns 
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons 
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life 
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's
guns 
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons 
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life 
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's
count to ten I want you to jump up! Stay there!
Oh, ho! But don't come down til I Flash the Light
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is
of its willing slaves 

Funk pop a roll consumes you whole 
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco 
Everything you eat is waste 
But
of its willing slaves

Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing
and slide
When you bring back the funk y'all
With no place left to hide
No place left to hide

When you learn to speak
Whenever you want or need
When
and slide
When you bring back the funk y'all
With no place left to hide
No place left to hide

When you learn to speak
Whenever you want or need
When
guns 
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons 
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life 
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it 
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom) 

Hey y'all, John Coltraine yeah he plays
, funk, funk, funk)
We want the funk
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
We want the funk
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it)
We want
Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle

Oh, but we'll be pecking lightly
Like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause it's cheaper to funk 
Than it
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hey y'all, John Coltrane yeah he plays the sax
Me,
you what you want
The rhymes I got plenty, degrees one hundred and twenty
And if you want some then jump the fuck in it

Love of my life
Ring,
it up
Slam dunk da funk 
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up

By now you want to know
What hits you
"Let it ou t, and lay it next to mine" 
Do ya really want to have fun 
Come and funk with me baby 
Do ya really want to get high by yourself 
Do ya
it up
Slam dunk da funk 
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up

By now you want to know
What hits you
writing a funky rap or two
So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow
Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
Get Up to Get
didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!}

Dig it the mic is mine I'm the incredible man, with the gift of gab
And when I
Filth Mart jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
Filth Mart jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
got the groove and we want some
We're unfunky and we're obsolete (and out of time)
And we're out of time
Gonna take your funk and make it mine
Filth Mart jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me