Disciples Of Funk (The Return Of The Funkateers)

Lyrics

You the best boyfriend that a girl could possibly have It's time to put some bass into that bottom, 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, gettin' ready to roll Mace, hit me now! Mace! Oh, jump the boogie, baby Dig it now Hey you, get off of my cloud Hey you, get off of my cloud Don't funk with my funk The return of the Funkateers Let me get your ears If you want a little schooling Won't you come here We got a packed place Always on the case So come on down Let's rumble in the Jungle Bass I want some equal time Tear the roof off the sucker I want a real job Like in the funk mob I wanna pay some bills Just have good thrills And in the meanwhile Let my mind just chill Shake it! We're boppin' boogie woogie them Bass, gettin' ready to roll Mace, hit me now! Dig it now Hey you, get off of my cloud Hey you, get off of my cloud Don't funk with my funk My bass is exploding The speakers are overloading My own mission is to style And rock with you a while YABA-DABA-DOOSAY, baba Greetings from another world You're gonna get it, girl We'll be ready Everytime you want to play You keep me wondering If you're gonna be there any day You ain't nothing but a hound dog Booo! In less than two years In less than two years In less than two years Over 16 million believers have gived up the funk Scream you ain't nothing but a hound dog Scream you ain't nothing but a hound dog Scream you ain't nothing but a hound dog Scream you ain't nothing but a hound dog Larry, Curly and Moe