[Intro]
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Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?
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Word is bond, word is me
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Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and
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Check it out, whatcha want and
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Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin my thang
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Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
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[Verse 1]
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Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks
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Im known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks
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So all my niggas up your fuckin jammies let me hear ya lick em
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*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO
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Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
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Blast a motherfucker until youre peekin through his back
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‘Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
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I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
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Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
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Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
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Dont believe me? Why your pussy breathin hard and on tilt, bitch?
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Your clitoris, danglin from my cock, I dont feel shit
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So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
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I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
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Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
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Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth
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‘Cause, thats the way it goes when Tonights Da Nite
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The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right
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I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
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‘Cause thats the way the knotty-headed niggas rollin right
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Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with
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I ran through more niggas than any kid that was adopted
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Plus an ostrich couldnt swallow my cock, quick cause its stock which
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Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch
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HOOAHH…So on and on and let me kick the wrath
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That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass
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[Chorus]
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(“I cant wait to get it on”)
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(“Tonights da night, and me and my niggas aint playin'”)
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On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin my thang
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(“I cant wait to get it on”)
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(“Tonights da night, and me and my niggas aint playin'”)
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On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin my thang
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(“I cant wait to get it on”)
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(“Tonights da night, and me and my niggas aint playin'”)
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Come on with the slang, boogie da bang, rockin my thang
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(“I cant wait to get it on”)
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(“Tonights da night, and me and my niggas aint playin'”)
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Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant
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[Verse 2]
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You wanna see me get cool
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The original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
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Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
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Blast the funky buddhas lockin ash up in my body
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Fuck Fonzie, Potsie, I bring Sad Days to niggas constant…ly!
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Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I choose to
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Im fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to Mfufu
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Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
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Plus Im rollin blunts with niggas ashes
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Smoke on the choke, light a toke until its proper
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I deserve an Oscar for pullin Glocks out niggas mouths cause
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I kill like that, plus I roll like that
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Im that guy with cerebral palsy, even Bo knows that
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But FUCK THAT, we jumped in the new Runner to get some ganja
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Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
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Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
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The loo-pay, rank near my knots to rock the block
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Hittin niggas upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock
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Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin in unity
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Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, its on its on its on
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[Outro]
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Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just dont care
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And if you havent been fucked by the Soopaman Luva
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Let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (Thats only for the hoes!)
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Come on, oh yay-yuh! (Thats only for the hoes)
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Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant
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Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
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Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks
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Kick the mad wicked, Bricks to stick it
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Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
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She wanna check me when Im lickin your ass
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And lickin ya down to your clitoris
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Do you remember this, bitch? I know youre kinda hearin this
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Style that Im kickin, yes Im mad wicked
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Funkadelic runs the mad train up your anus!
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Baby, cause Im famous!
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Nope, I didnt mean that
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The mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that
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Im on team strapped, sports a bean hat
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Want to rhyme to be down, but homey aint gon mean that
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Ah-ha, uh-huh
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(“Ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“Ba-bump, ba-bump”)
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(“Ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“Ba-bump, ba-bump”)
