Lyrics:
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
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
GOT TO SEE THE SNOW
AND IT'S CALLING ME BACK HOME
WHERE EVERY WINDOW ON THE STREET
HAS A BIG OLE LIT UP TREE
STRANGERS PASS YOU BY
WITH A TWINKLE IN
They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me
Joe Jackson by the wrist
I'm whipping extra
If you ever played me once
I'm taking extra
If you ever talking funk
My niggas extra
My amigo fuck with
fat, get fit, get a life
Get it on get it up get it off of me
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
Get sacked, get the facts, get
insignificant"
Please tell 'em, you have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
I'll tell 'em
On the eve of a day that's forgotten
of delight
Where sorrow can paralyze
The will to want the right
Eve was a woman
Just like you or me
She did not do what she's supposed to
And she cries
knew Id never forgive myself unless I asked her out this eve
So I asked to the movies and she put her arms around me
Right at the start of the show
the ski room
And it's Christmas eve in a sad cafe
When the moon gets this way
There's a little blue jay
By the newsstand
Wearing red shoes
So meet
who rank, let me spell it
A-L-L, let hit me out, let me tell it
I like my funk x rated like I like my sex
I like my sex x rated like I like my funk
I
wanna play for you
Created by Funk-A-Tech Incorporated,
Makers of funky things to play with.
Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
Yo, yo, yo, yo, it's funk doc where da weed at, bitch?
I speed backwards down a one-way from cops see that shit?
Believe that shit slaughter,
It started out when Adam
First laid his eyes on Eve
Something passed between them
That came down through history
Carried by an angel
Whispered
the rent,
I know I've done you wrong;
'member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I'm to blame,
Well, ain't
I am no devil kind
I am the voice within you
Taught to scorn me
Taught, not to ask my name
I am of the heeling type
If you let me
To wake the west
Music to clean your shit by
Low calorie logic
Muscle brain
Skinny brain
Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius says
Like Chinese
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you tryin' to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
I shivered
in the warmth of their god
Yet this mansion
is haunted by romance
His servants heal my scars
Anointing me with oil
I am naked
a snowman
By the fire, your body was my wonderland
If you can hear me, won't you Santa bring my love back home
Oh, I need you baby
You drive me crazy
celebrity face let's go!
Always around when you call
Always around leave the fun
Turn around shit's enough
Believe me 'dey won't get funk
C'mon I got
and what's goin' wrong
Power, poor, rich, and weak
There is some science to what I speak
And if there wasn't, I could not face ya
'Cause this was brung by
by me
Shake, shake it baby
Shake, shake
Shake, shake it baby
Shake ya booty, shake ya booty
Ooh you move that body
Move that body the way you
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
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