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
[Chorus x4]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
