They tell me that the thigh is the limit, baby.
Don't shoot until you see the fat of the thigh.
So open on up, woman.
Spread those wings,
because I'll be coming at you
something like this.
Keep on, baby.
Keep on,
baby.
Keep on, baby.
Keep on, baby.
You need the man with the funk.
Point more chaps in the trunk.
Giving them what they want, but no front.
I gets busy with my ass.
Burned off like sunshine and I just cry, baby.
Take my funk.
Play my funk.
Read my funk.
Eat my funk.
Ain't nothing but the funk, baby.
Oh, and you just don't stop.
We're going hip-hop non-stop.
Yeah, well, what you want, son?
Do you want some egg?
Well, I'm Justin Gaddys.
Let's take it to the next song.
Let's break a flop and let me do my thing.
Cause having a ball ain't nothing more than chicken wing.
Freak, who's on the screen that's in Mars, baby?
Then it's yours.
You can drop a dime, baby.
And of course,
you can spend some time,
baby,
in a bra.
Bang,
bang,
boogie,
woogie,
hoogie with the little drum.
Funk, funk your head up, kid.
And I'm going to show you how funky I can get.
I get so funky that my pants smell like.
Not the star on the strike,
but definitely from the next generation.
Operation Funk the Nature.
We having a global freak out situation.
Now, is it freaky?
Now, peep me like P5-4.
Any money more.
This is where the California Funkulistic gets peeped.
You can call it a allergy, FBM-O.
I don't cook no off the wall.
Hey, yo, we having a ball out of space.
Hey, yo, Bootsy, bring us with that bass.
It's the Funkulistic, brother.
Like that.
And get those funk legs.
I'm the freak.
I'm the funk, baby.
To the freak, to the freak.
I'm the funk, baby.
To the freak, to the freak.
I'm the funk, baby.
To the freak, to the freak.
I'm the funk,
baby.
Cause I'm the innovator,
motivator,
dominator,
elevator,
Educating,
devastating,
rhyme's different,
it's greater.
That's right.
And those are my sentence.
I make you boogie to the beat,
add the strike up a map.
Make you rock to the dime, I be right on top.
I'm correct in being tech,
and just blow your mind.
Make a blind man see, a dumb man talk.
Make a deaf man hear, the paralyzed walk.
Put your body in motion with the words I say.
Make you shake your Mary to a light that's fleck.
Do the CAO to the O-L-Y-N.
Gonna run it down the rhyme,
old school girlfriend.
I'm one of the finest of the fine,
the coolest of the good.
The sweet in your three ends,
the slim in your pooties.
So check it out, girl, cause I'ma make you work.
You knock the strings off your shoes,
buttons off your shirt.
The curls out your hair, polish off your
neck.
When I'm scared just to rock,
yes,
I strip with a pen.
Come on, come on, let's find it,
please.
Come on, let's find it, please.
Blind faith foundation,
it's all a temporary foundation.
It's what I keep telling myself as I use up everything I got left.
Keep on saving.
Oh, you look creepy.
Keep on saving.
Yeah.
Blind faith foundation,
it's all a temporary condition.
It's what I keep telling myself as I groove on
to everything I got left.
I thought that I'd.
Yeah, welcome to my daycare center.