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    "Tales Of The Funky" Lyrics

    Digital Underground

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    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


    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
    This song was submitted on August 24th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Richonne for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bernard Worrell, Edward Earl Cook, Garry Marshall Shider, George Jr. Clinton, Stuart Jordan, Walter Morrison, William Earl Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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