Disciples of Funk

It's time to put some bass in the bomb, baby That's what I'm talking about Hit me now! And don't be so horny Horns Fred, hit me! Shake it We're boppin' boogie woogie them Bass, keep lettin' to roll Bass, hit me now Bass! Jump up and boogie, baby Dig it now Hey you, get off of my town Hey you, get off of my town Hey you, get off of my town Don't funk with my funk Dig it to my Funkateers Let me get your ears If you want to hear a little old school Would you come here We got a place Cause we're on the case So come on down Let's roll'em in the Jungle Bass I want some Forget to suicide I want the real job Like in the Funk Mob I want to pay some bills Just have good thrills And in the meanwhile Let my mind just chilled Shake it! We're boppin' boogie woogie them Bass, keep lettin' to roll Bass, hit me now Dig it now Hey you, get off of my town Hey you, get off of my town Hey you, get off of my town Don't funk with my funk My bass is exploding It's the secretary of my louding My missionary endeavor Rock with you, oh wow YABA-DABA-DOOZAY, baba Dig it from another world You're gonna get it, girls I had a bad day And then you want to play You keep me wondering If you're gonna be there any day You ain't nothing but hand dolls BOOOO! In less than two years In less than two years In less than two years Over sixty million believers have gived up the funk Green and brown dolls Green and brown dolls