F.U.N.K.

Lyrics for F.U.N.K.

F.U.N.K. Funk, funk y'all, funk Ow help me nigga, now help me I was born with it I will die with it because it's in my blood And I can't, I can't get enough so I, so I Danced to the music And I sang a simple song I was thankful and thoughtful Sly Stone came along 'Cause he took me higher And he made me see I had inner visions of a young man named Stevie Stevie Wonder Tina Turner Al Green y'all Ann Peebles They were born with it And they're gonna ah they're gonna leave here With it because it's in their blood And that's why I want you to help me nigga now Help me Barry White Larry Graham does it right Isaac Hayes y'all The O'Jays singing Some people gotta have it Some people really need it Some people will do anything For the love, for the love of that stuff called money now I'm gonna tell ya about a man He had a lot of feeling in his hands And his name was Jimi Hendrix y'all Jimi Hendrix was his name He could make that guitar walk He could make that guitar talk now He could make that guitar sing Jimi yes he could make it do anything, anything He used to say Foxy Lady He used to say ahh Betty, Betty I'm gonna getcha now ow Aretha Franklin, oh can't she sing it I said Chaka Khan, don't she swing it The Funkadelics, can't they do it And when you hear Skin Tight, you wanna get into it F.U.N.K. Funk, funk y'all Funk, funk y'all