George Clinton And The Funkadelics lyrics
George Clinton And The Funkadelics lyrics
"Let's Take It To The Stage Lyrics"
Whiskeydick Lyrics
friends don't want to stay up in my head put me down for one more day in bed i can't hear you whisper but your voice is in my head looking back i see the bottle in your hands next time i won't know to stop i'll fail again everyday is the same i am burned again you smoke yourself away and i'll be gone time makes my days long get off my back lies they come my way obscene i drop my head you go home-----
friends don't want to stay up in my head put me down for one more day in bed i can't hear you whisper but your voice is in my head looking back i see the bottle in your hands next time i won't know to stop i'll fail again everyday is the same i am burned again you smoke yourself away and i'll be gone time makes my days long get off my back lies they come my way obscene i drop my head you go home-----
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker
Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha!
Doin' it to the max
Slick Brick! How's your loose booty?
Laughin' atcha
Let me tighten it up
Get it on
Yeah
Everybody funking and don't know how
They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke
He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks
Laughin' at ya (ha!)
Funk used to be a bad word
Chorus:
(sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
Laughin atcha!
(Say it loud!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(I'm funky and I'm proud)
Finger on the trigger
My e
Probleme De Mandibula Lyrics
Ragai si ma scarpin mananc pana mor Vreau sa vad tate si buci pe televizor Imi bag talpile jegoase in ce pui in farfurie Cand o sugi, o sugi doar din simpla datorie Incearca sa arati un pic mai bine, mai frumoasa, Vrei sa moara spargatorii daca-mi intra in casa Decat sa te intreb cu care o arzi prin bloc Lipesc 2 bucati de usa si le bag pe foc Prost obicei, ai un prost obicei, Prost obicei, ai un prost obicei, Prost obicei,
yes on a hogRagai si ma scarpin mananc pana mor Vreau sa vad tate si buci pe televizor Imi bag talpile jegoase in ce pui in farfurie Cand o sugi, o sugi doar din simpla datorie Incearca sa arati un pic mai bine, mai frumoasa, Vrei sa moara spargatorii daca-mi intra in casa Decat sa te intreb cu care o arzi prin bloc Lipesc 2 bucati de usa si le bag pe foc Prost obicei, ai un prost obicei, Prost obicei, ai un prost obicei, Prost obicei,
And I sat back
(Talking 'bout you the Godfather)
Laughin atcha!
(Godmother!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Grandfather! Heh!)
Finger on the trigger
(Fool and the Gang!)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob!)
Laughin atcha!
(Dig!)
(Get it on)
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC
Along came a spider, slid down beside her
Said: what's in the bag bitch
She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha!
(Hey Fool and the Gang!)
Funk used to be a bad word
(Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage)
Motherfunk you
Hit it!
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Good god!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Earth, hot air, and no fire)
Laughin atcha!
(They call us the funk mob)
Ha, ha, ha, h
Closed Arms And Clentched Fists Lyrics
Are you the victim? How have they made you hate? Rest easy on your pillow of false beliefs. Sleep silent tonight. You know where you are heading. Your hate has died down. Burn well. You cast a shadow upon others when you justify. You kneel and worship on the alter of hate. You wear your mask because you are so proud of what you stand for. Let down the shield and show the world the ignorance, show them the truth. You'v
!Are you the victim? How have they made you hate? Rest easy on your pillow of false beliefs. Sleep silent tonight. You know where you are heading. Your hate has died down. Burn well. You cast a shadow upon others when you justify. You kneel and worship on the alter of hate. You wear your mask because you are so proud of what you stand for. Let down the shield and show the world the ignorance, show them the truth. You'v
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(In your loose booty)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha! Dig)
Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing?
Let's take it higher
Hey Sloofus...tell us something good
Ha ha ha!
(Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!)
" " New type thing (New type thing)
" " Brand new funk (Brand new funk)
Ha!
Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card!
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!)
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Get it!)
(Hey Sloofus!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Tell us something good)
And I sat back.
(Let's take it to the stage)
Laughin atcha!
(Funk used to be a bad word!)<
La Funcion De Las Seis Lyrics
Todo empez? cuando en el cine me sent? con mi bolsa de palomitas Traia repletos los bolsillos de gomitas y lunetas, mi refresco un helado y un hot dog Me habia metido con la mejor intenci?n de ver un filme divertido La sala estaba llena y todos nos sentamos a un rato de sano humor Algo despu?s del intermedio la pelicula no era ni medio buena El cine entero se ocupaba en bostezar de aburriendo y de calor Not? que un ni?o de adelante se compor
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(Hey where's the godfather at?)Todo empez? cuando en el cine me sent? con mi bolsa de palomitas Traia repletos los bolsillos de gomitas y lunetas, mi refresco un helado y un hot dog Me habia metido con la mejor intenci?n de ver un filme divertido La sala estaba llena y todos nos sentamos a un rato de sano humor Algo despu?s del intermedio la pelicula no era ni medio buena El cine entero se ocupaba en bostezar de aburriendo y de calor Not? que un ni?o de adelante se compor
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
(Now everybody trying to get down)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha, ha, ha!)
(On the one!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Information being on those tapes)
And I sat back.
(That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop)
Laughin atcha!
(An ounce of that p-blow!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob)
Laughin atcha!
('Cuz they funky in the White House too.)
(Let's take it to the stage, y'all)
(Hit it