Funkdoobiest — 'Uh C'mon Yeah!
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'Uh C'mon Yeah! Funkdoobiest03:18
Текст песни: 'Uh C'mon Yeah!
’Uh C’mon Yeah! Lyrics[Gong sound] Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa [Verse 1] Reload, cock back the hammer Slam another dope funk tune from here to Alabama With the funky guitar I light another cigar And just like Aretha or maybe Darth Vader I'll use the force source, here goes the toss Ill 1-0-1, so make for no fun Of the skill I'm a spill out my grill till I fill The Funkdoobie will, competition's nil So do the Chubby Checker, don't step into my sector Protector, deflector, the Vocal Avenger "Here I am to save the day" Yo, it's the powerful like the Chicago Bulls Giving you an hour full, the paragraph Catapults something like this In a bat cave, Son is like a fat wave Wipin' out MCs, yo, who need to shave [Chorus] 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah [Verse 2] I stroll when I roll like Nat King Cole Whose got a whole lotta soul The people I've stole, yo I flow in a pattern all the way to Saturn And like the Green Lantern or better yet Santa I'm so gifted, but different deliverin' All types of styles, son, I know you're ignorant Let me shed bright light so check out the highlight You best to swing bright, 'cause now you's in the Twilight Zone make it known that I could take a stone And crush it with my vocals that fly to Acapulco Chill with the coconuts, Son is a loco-nut Messin' with the girls with the big fat Dakota butts Check out the single with the ill jingle Go eat a Pringle, mingle, or play Bingo 'Cause I get funky on the drums like Ringo Guess I'll be out like a bird or a single [Chorus] 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah C'mon, y'all C'mon, y'all C'mon, c'mon y'all C'mon, y'all [Verse 3] Ya know I'm a swing like B.B. King A no type of flava while I eat my chicken wings I plan, stand, I'm grand land Another ill throat to the ear and Heads explode, yo, off the funk mode Ya best ta hit the road 'cause Son's got the fat load I'm skinny like Gilligan, ya know that I'm a ill again Didn't think I'd kill again, I'm out like a pelican Never try to step up, always keep your rep up In other words head up, 'cause I'll just get fed up And knock your ass out just like a juggernaut I hate poker, don't ya know Son can hold his spot I'm not a wicked sorcerer, maybe an enforcer Of music that ya know I'm writin' my brother Hold a second, wait a second, end of record It's about time that y'all just get buck naked [Chorus] 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah 'Uh C'mon Yeah! (C'mon) Yeah [Biz Markie sample] Rock on Rock on Rock on Rock on
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