Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DMC Style
Songwriter
Andrew Camilli
Songwriter
John Hann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DMC Style
Producer
Songtexte
We coming to you
Live and direct
With a little bit of that basement funk
N.Aimless, Johnny EZ
DMC on the beat, let's go
Ooh yea baby
Do you feel the funk
You got something special
That I need to love
You got something potent
That I need to puff
It's a party over here
Don't need club
Ooh yea baby do you feel the funk
You got something special
That I need to love
You got something potent
That I need to puff
Like What
Feel the beat so I rhyme
Yea don't worry you won't mind
Bending time with my vibe
Take you back and on a ride
Getting funky in the basement
And it's happening tonight
Open up your mind
Getting real damn high
Rip the bong and hit a line
Getting funky feeling fine
Hug a stranger with the shades
That were so damn fly
Dancing with the babe
With those Pochahauntus eyes
Doses with the hostess
Now we Dr. Suess of toking
Take a big breath
Come along with me
Rip your shirt off
Just grind to the beat
Get a little weird
Don't forget to move your feet
Yeah, help you get loose
Open up and let it be
EZ and a N.Aimless
Keep you wild and free
Like a chimp feeling this
Bouncing tree to tree
Til the morning never stops
We just blame it on the weed.
Blame it on the weed
We gonna blame it on the weed
Blame it on the weed
We gonna Blame it on the weed
Ooh yea baby
Do you feel the funk
You got something special
That I need to love
You got something potent
That I need to puff
It's a party over here
Don't need club
I blow smoke in the sky like a steam boat
Something funky in the speaker that's a deep note
Any place where it's poppin that's where we go
The beat flames, ez had to bust a free flow
Me and Johnny get you higher than an extract
The homies all came through
Respect that
Now it's time to lift off
Jet pack
There's a planet called earth
Left that
Hot as sauce, I'm poppin dawg
I love you all, a lot lot
I'm crazy I'm a cosmonaut
I'm Dosing I'm psychnaut
I'm dressing up like Comic-Con
I'm tuning in I'm dropping off
I pop a molly rock
That get me molly woppped
I hug you all a lot
And talk and talk
And play the music so damn loud
That the neighbors yellin
Knock it off
Turn it up a few notches
Let em call the cops
Ooh yea baby to
Do you feel the love
It's a little bit more
Of that basement funk
Ooh yea baby to
Do you feel the love
It's a little bit more
Of that basement funk
Ooh yea baby to
Do you feel the love
It's a little bit more
Of that basement funk
Something funky in the trunk like
Ooh yea baby
Do you feel the funk
You got something special
That I need to love
You got something potent
That I need to puff
It's a party over here
Don't need club
Ooh yea baby
Do you feel the funk
You got something special
That I need to love
You got something potent
That I need to puff
It's a party over here
Don't need club
Ooh yea baby
Do you feel the funk
Written by: Andrew Camilli, DMC Style, John Hann
