But anyway,
it's always good to have information and
You know, I've been into the funk.
Oh, I don't know since maybe
71
first
funk album I bought was
maggot brain
Yes, that was my first
It was a it was an 8-track booty.
It was an 8-track with maggot brain
Yeah way back when but anyway
You may not be in the mood to reminisce.
So I'll get on with the program
My
getting loud on the internet.
Uh, excuse me while I get a microphone check.
I'm shooting silver bullets all through your head.
Freak all day, freak all night.
So when I see you girl,
you know what's going on sight.
You never call me out, you don't understand.
When it's time to do the freak,
you know that I'm the man.
Team up with Brixie to make that fart.
Turn up the bass homie, let the system thump.
F to the R to the E-A-K.
Time to do the freak everyday, all day, hey.
Everybody come down and party.
Don't bring a gun cause you ain't * nobody.
Just let the music move the crowd.
Turn it up or turn it off cause we like it loud.
Now all the ladies in the house make noise.
It's Priscilla and B-Y.
Soap in your Levi's.
Then we enter inside your head with that,
that uh,
eyes turned red cause I'm smooth with the tilt type disposition.
Duh, I'm the man that your girls be wishing on.
There's a lot of single ladies in the house tonight.
Fellas chill out cause there's no time to fight.
You know I'm right so act polite or you'll
be stuck watching TV on Saturday night.
Take them bad attitudes and check them in at the
door cause we gon' do that freak like never before.
Keep on baby.
Keep on.
Keep on baby.
Keep on baby.
Keep on baby.
Keep on.
Keep on.
I'm a freak like never before.
Keep on baby.
Keep on baby.
It really doesn't matter who came first.
The chicken or the egg,
it's a brand new bird baby.
And who am I with this funny style flavor?
Oh the name is Bootsy, the original player.
Uh,
oh we attack from the rear with the smoothness one on one.
We drop the bomb with the coolness.
I'm the coolest fool that ever hit your streets.
Now go ask your mama can she do the freak baby.
I'm still up.
He punked you from Ohio to a villa in Manila.
You with his finger when he blucks your bae.
Baby why don't we subtract some space?
Baby we can punk all over this place.
You're packing like a terrorist with a bomb in his suitcase.
Let me get a taste.
Let's waste no time.
Turn around baby let me punk you from behind.
Unwind your mind and find your soul train line.
Take you on a ride through the rhythm he designed.
All fun baby at a K in his front.
B-Y's rich and thick like a chocolate chunk.
Don't you want to taste the creamy filling inside?
Let me freak your body all through the night.
If we don't go home it's fine alright.
Cause we got a freak going through the wrong day light.