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

(4x)

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

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 Lover'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

With the Parker, 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

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