my head Clean up the line, clean up the line Clean up the line, clean up the line Funk it up, funk it up Funk it up, funk it up Bring out the back Light
翻訳: スウィート. ファンクイットアップ(Davidの歌).
P.Funk, I want my funk uncut Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut Make my funk the P.Funk
Yeah, here come, the Gravediggaz Yeah, here come, the Gravediggaz Yeah, here come, the Gravediggaz Pray for your mommy Boom bit competition ain't shit Fakin' the funk
take foreverlong naps [Verse 2] I twist 'em up like a tornado Turned tasmanian Crack a cranium Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian Cuttin loose I'm startin funk
PICKLES. NOW THERE WAS FOUR OR FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND OF THESE HIPPIES FREAKS STANDING' AROUND WAITING' ON A ROCK FESTIVAL. IT APPEARED THAT DAVID ALLAN COE, KRIS KRISTOFFERSON AND THE GRAND FUNK
David Hinds They tricked us with trinkets and beads And tricked us right into slavery Traditional customs Crafts and arts They put in their museums Oh
Parody Of Stinkin' Problem by David Ball (Ball/Shamblin/Ziff). Almo Music Corp./Hayes Street Music/EMI-April Music (ASCAP). Low Country Music/New Court
gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said, 'No mountain's high enough, fly stuff' David Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions While the Funk
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black Sabbath Playing it off, stinking like I'm bathing a corpse Getting frisked by pigs in my Porsche like I'm David
Craig david & pete devereux & mark hill Drop the funk, drop the base Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it
jap girls in synthesis and i Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
, but its covered up with junk Blocking off the place the light gets through so it keeps me in this funk All my failures are on display, the broken
' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk
can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex
should I put on David Tomerfest Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump Let me blow her upper her bubble in your face, that'cha ego Aiyyo, freeze funk
into rap music or something Yes we have this thing we do with our voices We sing like authentic rappers Well then could you muster it for us (David
fair) And his suicide can be justified By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so Bacharach and David Used to write his favorite songs Never