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George Clinton

"Giving Up the Funk"

[Intro: MC Breed]
- Hell yeah
- We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house
- And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house
- And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha

[Chorus]
Ohhhh, givin up the funk

[Too $hort]
Now I'm about to get with this funk sh*t
And talk real bad to a punk b*tch
Cause I'm that n*gga she'll dream about
Stickin my di*k all in her mouth
Cause that pus*y don't last and I'm on the hunt
b*tches like that is all I want
But you playin that roll and can't say why
b*tch get wit it lets f*ck tonight
It ain't cool, don't come with that sh*t
I'll f*ck that fat ass from the back b*tch
Tappin that ass like Gregory Hines
You can have this di*k, but them legs is mine
b*tch, the pimp game is the motto
I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado
Make that money so the story goes
Ride that b*tch like a set of vols
Dip in dip out of that traffic jam
Freaky little b*tch gotta have it man
She like to get that money from all you tricks
sh*t sound better than Parliament
I heard you was a ho
Where's ya pimp?
b*tch chose me and quit f*ckin with him
Old once a month funky c*ck bleedin b*tch
Can't do sh*t except make me rich
Yep

[Chorus]

[Peewee]
You love to f*ck around for free
But now you f*ckin round with Peewee
And being fine just ain't enough ho you's a diamond in the rough So I'm sendin yo ass to D.C
Get me some cash to get my ?indica?
Make my cd's, you tossin senators
You can't get crossed up with the pd's
They payin a cost to get g'd
You got frost on your knees
f*ckin and suckin them d's
They usually be havin you cheesin
I got the hook up for suckers
Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets
I'm buying beatin disease
You tellim me what you want b*tch
You givin up the funk
But you gotta pay a lump
To this n*gga name Peewee
From the R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D
b*tch you can't hang with me cause yo ass is scandalous
b*tch f*ck it damn, that's the end
These b*tches want these inches off the di*k, cause I'm with the Dangerous
Crew
Motherf*cker you's a punk and I can't hang with you

[Ant Banks]
Yo, be comin straight out the pus*y
Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
How hoes get cussed at
Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat
So tramp, I ?? your tramp to much bleedin
Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me
Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
Ya'll stay off my level six
You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin the devil get
Mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up
Keepin yo eyes up
I'm lookin for b*tches and b*tches to size up
I bust one and thumps one
I bust two and rise up
I'm ready to slide my di*k in something hot as wet as you
I bet its you
I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through
Give up the pus*y, give up the head
Drop yo panties and rub your clit
Do the splits, rub your tits
Yeah, I like the freaky sh*t
So give it up to me straggla
f*ck the cheese and bragger
Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her
Cause n*ggas be takin the pus*y
Just give it up to me b*tch
Don't fight it
The last b*tch that tried it, don't fight it
I'm just like a bloodhound
You lick my balls and give me a rub down
You want me to eat your pus*y, but you stank b*tch
Go scrub down
I get up inside the pus*y, spend my day in it
Lay in it, play in it
Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it
Imagine my di*k's the basketball
Yo pus*y is the basket
I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank b*tch
Cause you gave up the funk

[Chorus]

[MC Breed]
Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no b*tches
I'll just be clockin my riches
Now bare witness as I spit this
sh*t that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously
And n*ggas be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be
Some sh*t that they ain't
Some n*ggas front, but I can't
I'm sippin tough on the drink
And makin barrels of bank
Yeah, so n*ggas save that punk sh*t
I'm comin with that funk sh*t
See that's how I was raised and my real n*ggas want this
So nut up or keep walkin
And shut the f*ck up when grown folks is talkin n*gga
Before you get your back broke
Now what you wanna f*ck with a Oakland city mack for?
The place you can trip on
Where the n*ggas be mackin, stealin, killin and pimpin to get they crip on
And take it to the next phase
We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze
That's why they call me bad ass
Cause I be puttin boogers on b*tches and fartin loud with my fat ass
But yo, I gets paid for that
And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack
So what the f*ck you know about me
A loked out, funky ass pimpin OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-U-T

[Chorus]

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