One-4-Teen (Funky For You) (Jay Dee’s Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro 1: J Dilla] Funky for ya... Funky for you... Funky for you... Funky for ya... (One time!) Funky for you... Funky for.......... One more try: [Intro 2: Bahamadia, (J Dilla)] 1:14 The party (don't start 'til after dark!) (What! Uh!) Look-a look alive... (Turn it up! Uh!) [Verse 1: Bahamadia] Hey! Peoples, do what you wanna do on this Long as it's suited to be recruitin' some sorta body movement (Wooo!) Later for concentratin' on moving units and such (Ha!) My main focus is meditatin' on ways to, uh... (Uhn!) Provide a jam to possibly rock up in the club (Ugh-uh!) T3 done got it hot, so even the thugs and sluts cuttin' rugs (Wooo!) Show love while the DJ cut it up Girls thinking that they cute 'cause they boo humping on they butt (Uhn!) Yo this be one of them ones that old and young relate to (WOO!) Infectious grooves makin' you (Hot!) Get ya mind synchronizin' in time with my music And if you can't (dance!), well then (clap ya hands!) [Chorus: J Dilla] Funky for ya... (Uhn!) You know we make it... funky for ya We got it for you... for ya We bring it to ya... You know we got it for ya (Uh!) (Uh! An' ya say...) [Verse 2: Bahamadia, (J Dilla)] This jawn hit on like vehicular smacks with Mack Trucks (Uh!) The bassline banging as fuck, S.V. be on the hook (Ooooh weee!) Shook up the critics when I switched my shit up And had ya arms in the atmosphere like particles of dust (Ha!) Gettin' a rush like adrenaline bustin' out ya anuses Ain't a wallflower up in this piece posted up (Uhn!) Somethin' different, encouragin' yo' pelvic to thrust Like D.O.C. in his prime I made it "Funky Enough" (Funky enough! Uh!) Philly with Detroit on a joint, finally teaming up Feedback response is enormous – aight! (Huh!) Main vocalist laid it back in the clutch Then invited the world to come party wit' us (C'mon!) [Chorus: J Dilla] Funky for ya... (An' ya say...!) Funky for ya... You know we got it... for ya We got it... for ya We do it... for ya (Yeah! An' yo say...! One time! Uh!) [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 (Huh!) In comparison to a crowd at Mardi Gras blazin' the pot (Ha!) Retro b-boys in Pumas and Shell Tops Besides skill, came empty handed (Oooh!) With no gauges and Glocks (Uh!) 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... (C'mon!) [Chorus: J Dilla] Funky for ya... (Turn it up, baby! Uh! An' ya say...!) Funky for ya... (Uh! Uhn!) (Bahamadia!) For ya... (J Dilla!) For ya... (2000 on...!) For ya... (An' we doin' it!) Uh! (Just for you!) One time! Funky for ya... (Bang it! Bang it! Uh!) An' you say... Funky for ya... For ya... for ya... For ya... (Uhn!) [Outro: Bahamadia] Yo, yo-yo-yo... Take another good look... funky for you...