Fresh Outta “P” University

Lyrics

You ain't nothing But a dirty low down Sheep killing dog The snake ain't in the grass no more 'Cause I'm looking at her You low down Dirty sneeky dog Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla I'm fresh outta 'P' University I'm fresh outta 'P' University You better not funk with me What is the 'P' Don't be scared of the 'P' I'm fresh outta 'P' I can't spread that We're fresh outta 'P' What do you call it Such a funky geezer Here I came from Planet Granite Understand it? I travel over concrete and gravel Fresh outta 'P' University I got a PhD in ghetto philosophy See I don't funk around With things that my mind can't see I only did what's inside of my reality Understanding equality and a cypher What goes around comes back Act like you knew it You could get funked up For that 'Cause my manager don't give a funk Where you at And if the 'P' comes in the pack black Let me get in the Loosie There's 25 cents worth Of Bewise and Bootsy And If I was killer I would kill But I'm not So I chill with Bootzilla The iller P-Funk dealer We came to make you feel good So call me Robin Leroy Hood We breeze through the trees Snatch the cheese, squeeze Spread it like Skippy on wonder Sunday they can't keep us under 'Cause we're loud like thunder We don't give a funk So don't disturb me We be fresh outta 'P' You can't funk with me (I'm the iller P-Funk dealer) I've got my pedigree You can't funk with me I've got my pedigree (of the Funk, he's the killer) I'm fresh outta 'P' University Just like Robin Lee Hood Shouldn't I funk the way you should I want to be good to your earhole, oh baby Good to ya Like Robin Hood get ya in the woods now, baby She was good for ya If you're dancin' out the rhythm You won't entice the One, baby You don't have to be a rocket scientist or a book worm To learn Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla In the hizouse, baby Back to track you down and funk you up You shoulda look it was the bomb Before it blew up, baby And now you got the P-whole in your systems They hit ya with that I came and gave you wisdom It's crazy how it all comes back around It's all good and if you could, you should Understand it in your high speed Pursuit for happiness That you block out the stress Yes The data scatter left you in the haze That's how the trail blaze Like Kenny Anybody want next? From Berlin to Brooklyn We cash checks Fresh outta 'P', it ain't complex You can't funk with me I've got my pedigree You can't funk with me I've got my pedigree Now remember The iller P-Funk dealer The thriller in Manilla Bootzilla When kings was kings And queens was queens Bootzilla Looks like my turn again Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla Drinkin' St. Ides, chillin' Drinkin' St. Ides, chillin' Drinkin' St. Ides, chillin' Drinkin' St. Ides, chillin' Alive and thrillin' concerts, baby You got the iller P-Funk dealer And if you got the bomb, check it out That I've got to kill ya, yeah Serving out hazardous material, baby Oh, I just wanna be good to your P-earhole, baby (Bootzilla is in the house, oh yeah) You can't funk with me (you can't funk with me, baby) I've got my pedigree You can't funk with me (I've been in the canine school, baby) I've got my pedigree You can't funk with me (and you better stop doggin' me around) I've got my pedigree You can't funk with me (yeah, you know where to be found, baby) I've got my pedigree Fresh outta 'P' University (Fred!) You better now funk with me Don't be scared of the 'P' Funkiest mothers in the universe We'll be the funkiest mothers in the universe