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Дата випуску: 21.01.2010
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Get Up On That Funk |
Get on up on that funk |
And maybe you’ll feel better |
I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly |
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum |
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run |
Whenever I’m feelin bad, angry or upset |
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck |
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain’t wack |
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black |
I’m hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit |
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits |
Is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good |
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood |
But this ain’t pop though, R&B or disco |
Reggae or calypso, that’s playin in my radio |
It’s that funk yes, won’t settle for less |
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out |
Get on up on that funk |
And maybe you’ll feel better |
Check it out |
Now turn up your radio, eq the stereo |
I’m glad that y’all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle |
And this is a preview, somethin to move to Listen to groove to, I hope I don’t lose you |
Now I am the miracle, some say I’m spiritual |
But I’m from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial |
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central |
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential |
I ain’t livin by protocol, cross me you’re sure to fall |
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball |
Left by the wayside, run but you can’t hide (yeah) |
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride |
Now hear what I’m sayin (yup) You might think I’m playin |
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation |
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me But I play the back, cause I’m scared of A-I-D, S To the next paragraph I must move on You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song |
Get on up on that funk |
And maybe you’ll feel better |
«Coo, Coolio! Show em what’s on the mic!» |
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so |
I’m stuck to the funk and I won’t let go Ain’t no mountain high or valley ever deep enough |
To keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff |
I know who I am, and Sam I ain’t |
I’ll never fake the funk, I won’t cause I cain’t |
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader |
On tape like great, dominate the record player |
So Dub (whattup?) Won’t you step to the front |
And give the real meanin of the word funk |
What’s my meanin of the word funk? |
Well let me give a demonstration |
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination |
In other words, an organization of my homeboys |
Stealin from the rich and famous |
And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from |
Cause when you sellout, you’re out, and we don’t want ya back |
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap |
Cause one thing the Circle ain’t down with and that’s |
All these bourgeoise negroes, better known as cowards |
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard |
With your brand new cars |
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class |
Was a mask, and they laughin at yo' ass |
That’s why I’m down with the M. A. A. D. Circle |
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks |
So everybody watch your back |
I’m like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo |
(I know you can funk these words to the letter |
Get up on the funk and maybe you’ll feel better, yo) |
Get on up on that funk |
And maybe you’ll feel better |