Funky - Original 12 Version

Lyrics for Funky - Original 12 Version

Yo, what's up Kool Keith? Yo, what up Ced-Gee? Yo, what's up Trav? What's up Ced, man? Yo, what's goin' on? Man, I'm over there, he's ready to get busy Cold killin'! Yo, Keith, you know what? I like this beat you brought out Yo, told you about it Know what I'ma do? I'ma take it into my Ultra laboratory Word, work with it, man, hook it up And hook it up Yo, bust this Now that's funky Oh, I tell ya, boy, we on that This is so funky, that I'ma send Moe back to the turntables And you gon' start a record and mix it with him Get it now And we gonna do this It's funky, I know you gonna ride this brother like Kool Keith Oh yeah, know that But I'm gon' say, fresh stuff for you, Ced Boy, you can do this, definitely Right, I'ma get my money and all that Yeah, do that, you know what? My brother, my brother, I'ma count you in and you gonna do this You gon' get loose, you know what I'm sayin'? Alright Bust it, ready? One, two, three, four One, two, three, and I brought a band, Sam is on trombone He's blowin' hard, back to back notes Get with it, take off your coat Meditate, let your brain compel Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums Cause cells to numb and freeze While I break off and ease real smooth Combine the piano, my voice nasal, no soprano is needed To get overheated and burn While the Technics turn for the U-L, the Ts, the R, the A You got a copy, watch the record play Buy it more, spin it every day You wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me And let me tell you straight, I know you hear me And when I'm on the stage you just cheer me Up another level, down below I'm throwin' with the devil in a cage I'm on the rampage You need a number? Wanna know my age? Psych, I carry a magnum Other groups, I only will rag them and wait While you debate, I hesitate Observe your wack styles You've been rappin', talkin' for miles about nothin' 'Cause you don't amaze me I'm like a game, everyone plays me Regular, extended to the bonus For some of you, I think you shoulda noticed It was funky Word, man, that was funky I told you Strictly Kick it loud That was so funky, I gotta get some of this If y'all don't mind, right? Get into the action I can do this Yo, Moe, keep that record spinnin', I like it Yeah, that's funky I'ma do this, man Show the, school them kids Bust it out, let's do this School them Like this, bust it, yo Get into it Understand, the sound you're listenin' Is a band, with nitroglycerin With horns and trumpets, I really pump this Track up 'cause I knew I must get You to dance across the floor Plus give myself more of This beat, then teach All of you how to really reach your peak And don't have a seat 'Cause while the bass hits harder, my snare drum's never weak Hi-hats, used real funky You get freaky, weekly Groovin' to the beat, real neatly So try to devote your, self to Ultra Magnetic, pick up my sculpture Phonograph copy, it's not sloppy Ask your girl, she call me Papi That's Ced, now Eddie, I'm ready I'm not confetti, nor spaghetti But instead I'm great, because I create The lyrics that match the pitch of my bass Kick drum syndrome, no hi-hats are needed While Ced-Gee gets overheated And rough as I switch, the measure and whisk Combined with rhythm, I can't miss Yo, this track is funky, man Word, that was funky Told you, told you Strictly raw Yo, you gotta keep them beats comin' over like that Got it, man Word, man, yo, that's crazy fresh You gots to get out of here, what time you got, man? Yo, it's time, it is time to roll out, man Yo, T.R., man, what you gonna do, man? Yo, man, I'm gonna go to my girl's house, man Yo, Moe, what's up? What you gonna do? Yo, I gots to go to my girl's house to pick up my underwear Word? Yo, man, you's a wild, you's a wild young man You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, it's all about this funky beat, man, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma go to my girl's house, I'ma drop This tape off, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma see how y'all know what I was doin' You know, 'cause she, she gonna be like, you know She gonna be like wonderin' where was I all this time You know, she think a brother like me is Always schemin', you know what I mean? But I ain't with that I ain't doin' nothin' anyway, you know Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', T.R.? I know what you sayin', man, that's right Yo, Moe, what's up? Yo, Moe, what's up? Break them trumpets out over there, man I wanna hear you go hard on the trumpets You know what I'm sayin', brother? Get that fat belly, get that wind ready T.R., T.R., Moe, yeah Easy on them trumpets, Moe, easy Yo, yo, yo, let's get out of here I'm out of here Yo, you ready, man? Check y'all out, y'all I'll see y'all tomorrow Yo, I'll call you later on, bro Yo, I'll talk to you My girl's waitin', man