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Utwór: All star funk

  • wykonawca: Bootsy Collins
  • wyświetleń: 1206

One, two, three, hit me!
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new way
   (ooooh shake, shake, shake it, bubba)
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new way
   (ooooh, shake, shake, shake it, baby)
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   Ah-I grew up, I grew up in Pittsburgh Playground
   We were gettin‘ down
   Radio stations
   Funk for all nations
   Old School, New Funk, we were gettin‘ down (Ouwee)
   Old School playground, funky underground (Rap on, baby)
   New School, Old Funk, we will show you how (just dream it, bubba)
   New Funk Allstars bring it up to now (Yeah)
  
   Funk for a new day
   (by the way, what is your expiration date, baby)
  
   Let my peoples ride (we like to groove and funk)
   Let my ballers ride (we like to groove and funk)
   With my funky style (we like to groove and funk)
   When my lady glides (Foooonk it up!)
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   Uh, beautiful mama, some big blue hamas
   Shakin‘ your drama, you’re makin‘ all the puppies holler
   Throwin‘ me dollars and then they don’t have sense
   A-poppin‘ their wallets and then they don’t have rent
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new way
   It’s a new day! (Say whatta!)
  
   Hit me!
  
   If it’s broke then you fix it
   Just keep it awesome, frisk it
   We‘re just kickin‘ the ballistics, keepin‘ it all futuristic
  
   (Yeah, every time, it’s three times, press it rewind, shocks the April showers and be wise)
  
   Baby, we Allstars, all Gs in the game
   I’m callin‘ all cars, rollin‘ clean on thangs
   I said we Allstars, Originators from papers
   Them Superplayers in Gators,
   Innovators with flava
  
   We like to groove an funk
   We like to groove and funk
   We like to groove and funk, ahaaaa
  
   All Star Funk in a new way
   All Star Funk it’s a new day
  
   All Star Funk Old School
   Cyber-Opti-Kinetic, you better be ready
  
   Yeah, we just like kickin‘ the ballistics, keepin it futuristic, bubba
   Yeah, it’s just like Smelter and Ghetto Gold, we combine the new and old
  
   But sometimes we take it to the judge
  
   Can’t nobody do me like Jesus (say whatta?)
   Can’t nobody do me like the Lord (Everybody say)
  
   Can’t nobody do me like Jesus (for all you player haters out there, baby)
   Can’t nobody do me like the Lord (Fuuunk it up!)
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   All Star Funk, Old School in a new day
   Clap your hands, get up and dance and shake it with me
  
   Can’t nobody do me like Jesus
   Can’t (just smell me on this one) do me like the Lord
   (we in the star chamber, baby)
  
   Can’t
   Yeah, just like a worm that couldn’t find the ground,
   just wastin‘ my life livin‘ in a bird town
   Can‘t
   Like the fat cat with no mouse to chase
   Just the thought of that gives me a bellyache
  
   And what happened to the song, because I don’t hear no bass?
   Yeah, just meet me in that other place, baby
   Life is too short to play the wrong game
   So this won’t be a creative adventure
  
   Can’t
   Keep your straitjacket on, baby
   Can’t
   Yeah, stick’em up, baby
   Now all I want you to do is to, uhh, step back
  
   Don’t touch the food and nobody gets

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