Tonight's Da Nite (Remix)

Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy? Word is bond, word is me Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and Check it out, whatcha want and Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks So all my niggas if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh So on and on and let me kick the rab That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggas constant... ..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggas ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin Glocks out niggas mouths cuz I kill like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block Hittin niggas upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah! Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass And lickin ya down to your clitoris Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that