Tales of the Funky

Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get none) Let me take you back a little further than that The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage Stop, look up, and what do you see? The Mothership landing in DC So, yo, thank God for Parliament Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie Hazel Yo, I remember that and you do too He would always call the Mothership down for you Ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga Yeah, you can do it, Humpty, don't be shy But Shock G, come and reminisce with Shorty B You know that I was born one of the Funkentelechy Humpty-Hump and the Horny Horns why don't you blow for me [Hook x4] Tales of the F-U-N-K-Y, tales of the funky She said, I know the drummer can you let me in? Tell the guitar player that I brought my friends She was fine, sweet with a touch of class No Head, No Backstage Pass Funk used to be a bad word to you I couldn't stop myself 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 Down, I said I'd Rather Be With You George and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew But since you've been lost, yo, I've been so lost too So Flash your Lights in the air And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere Don't be Standing On the Verge of Gettin It On And George'll be the first to tell you when the funk's gone There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid You might imagine me funky though like Cupid What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob D'void of funk so my set don't Slop I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon I rap around the mic like Fuzzy And like Starchild and Grady I grab the funk by the neck and let it take me To the Aquaboogie, with a giggle and squirm And if you ain't funky you will learn I confess you've got to clean your chest And don't forget that Everything is On the One [Hook] So would you, could you funk, do you wanna And if I ask to funk are you gonna Get stopped, cream always rises to the top See pop ain't where I'm coming from So haul to the left and don't forget to bring your Bop Gun Do that stuff like you knew (Shorty B) And if you're down with the funk, that's me and you And now that I just took you back to the future It's time to wake you up so I begin to suture Stitch you up, and then I mend your wounds But Red Hot Mama's got the Loose Booty My lyrics amaze the vital juices, wanna do me Like Too Short, too many funky words sooth me (Yo, I'm tripping) Trojan on my tip and won't trip About the articulation from my lips So here we go, I'm about to show All the homies in the hood that I can flow With the Underground, with the P-funk in the sound And if it ain't gots the P it ain't down I'm like Al Capone on the microphone I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through your home But like Ice Cube said, "Once again it's on" I won't bite though just to write a funky rhyme I go platinum, for the very first time I wrote my rhyme in the park, but not Paisley And if Prince is on my tip it don't phase me I'm from the old school of funk Yo, I got Knee-Deep bumping in my trunk This is not a trivia or a quiz I just put the funk back in showbiz, y'all [Hook] Ain't nothing but a party, y'all, haha Haha, once again, 1991, Shorty B Hitting you off with mfstbc (??) Still kicking it for the Acorn posse Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth kicking it Yeah, wanna send a shout out to Shock G Cause without him there would be no me And that's M-E, and I'm O-U-T