One-4-Teen (Funky For You)

Lyrics

[Intro: Bahamadia] 1:14 The party don't start 'til after dark, uh-uh uh... Look-a--look alive... [Verse 1: Bahamadia] Hey, peoples, do what you wanna do on this Long as it's suited to be recruitin' some sorta body movement Later for concentratin' on moving units and such My main focus is meditatin' on ways to, uh... Provide a jam to possibly rock up in the club T3 done got it hot, so even the thugs and sluts cuttin' rugs Show love while the DJ cut it up Girls thinking that they cute 'cause they boo humping on they butt Yo this be one of them ones that old and young relate to Infectious grooves makin' you get ya mind synchronizin' in time with mine music And if you can't dance, well then clap yo' hands to it... [Chorus: Jay Dee, T3 & Baatin] So tell me how you feel Keeping it real Let's get real funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... funky for you What's it gonna be? Definitely, don't fuck with The D Let's get... real funky for you Let's get... real funky for you [Verse 2: Bahamadia] This jawn hit on like vehicular smacks with Mack Trucks The bassline banging as fuck, S.V. be on the hook Shook up the critics when I switched my shit up And had ya arms in the atmosphere like particles of dust Gettin' a rush like adrenaline bustin' out ya anuses Ain't a wallflower up in this piece posted up Somethin' different, encouragin' yo' pelvic to thrust Like D.O.C. in his prime I made it "Funky Enough" Philly with Detroit on a joint, finally teaming up (Uh-huh) Feedback response is enormous (Aight!) Main vocalist laid it back in the clutch Then invited the world to come party wit' us [Chorus: Jay Dee, T3 & Baatin] So tell me how you feel Keepin' it real Let's get real funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... What's it gonna be? Definitely, don't fuck with The D Let's get... real funky for you, you Let's get... real funky for you, you [Verse 3: Bahamadia] From the outskirts of the 'burbs to tenement blocks Usually they be playin' this in the underground spots So bohemian patriots can show out In they braids and they fades and guh-lades and their locks Lots flock in their khaki cargoes and camouflage In comparison to a crowd at Mardi Gras blazin' the pot Retro b-boys in Pumas and Shell Tops Besides skill, came empty handed with no gauges and Glocks Soakin' up the ambience to experience Good Times Like Michael and JJ and Thelma and them Taken outta the norm, given one to grow on If it feel like ya feelin' it, then go on and... [Chorus: Jay Dee, T3 & Baatin] So tell me how you feel Keepin' it real Let's get real funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... What's it gonna be? Definitely, don't fuck with The D Let's get... real funky for you, funky for you Let's get... real funky for you Tell me how you feel Keepin' it real Let's get real funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... funky for you Let's get... What's it gonna be? Definitely, don't fuck with The D Let's get... funky for you, funky for you Let's get... funky for you [Outro: Bahamadia] Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo... Take another good look... funky for you... yeah... I'm tryna make it real... uh-huh mhm mhm... funky for you