I can do the somber,
Like in November,
Then rock a crowd while I'm in my pajamas.
Like Tito Puente,
I am muy caliente.
Fuck Kunta Kinte,
'cause son is the sensei.
I funk with the black belt;
You better step back, hell.
I can get smart
Just like Agent Maxwell.
I don't give a fuck, G.
Hey hey, we're the Monkees;
I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month, see.
I go on and on
Like a marathon.
I sing like Sarah Vaughn,
But like the underground,
I flip through some kung-fu.
You know that I've come to
Freak the ill shit
You just can't undo.[Chorus]
Son, get it funky. (I'm shittin' on 'em, shittin' on 'em.) (x 4)
Son, get it funky. (Yo, I'm shittin' on 'em.)I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick,
Or the Philharmonic.
I'll drop atomic
Vocals, solo
Like Sonny Bono.
I got you babe... but who's got the pornos?
I'm iller than a wino.
I'm not an albino.
I charge like a rhino.
You put me in a ...
When I rob shit; bomb shit.
Some say I'm obnoxious;
I don't give a fuck;
I'll make you feel nauseous.
Row, row your boat,
Gently down the street.
I'll take you all out
With my funk doobie team.
I got the skills, kid,
Like Rumplestilskin.
I put out gold; get smooth like Jackie Wilson
Singin' soprano.
Move to the piano.
Hey, where's the ...
Our shit will be in ...[Chorus x 4]I shoobee-do-pop.
Hip hop like Sinatra.
I spray my Binaca,
Then shake my maracas.
Hey, it's the swinga.
Fuck a humdinger with a finger.
Yo, it's the ultimate singer.
Kumbaya, yo kumbaya
Like Belafonte.
But what's Del Monte?
I kicks the flava;
The ill funk behavior.
Sick like polio.
Wild like a rodeo
Out there in Kansas.
Punk, check the classic;
Get your ass kicked,
So hop in the casket.
I'm rockin' calipso.
Who's got the Nabisco?
I cook like Crisco.
I pump the ill disco.[Chorus x 8]
Songwriters
Toussaint, Allen / Vasquez, Junior / Ray, TPublished by
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