a minute A woman that'll phunk your horn yo, gimme that phunky horn Play that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn Gimme that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn
And when it happens it's like honey and pain horns in the rain misty seas and mysteries a dog with no name it's that time again not sure if I'm sleeping
o Band Bio o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns
The sound of Muddy Waters and the voice of Jimmy Reed When Ray Charles moans It's all meat on that same bone It's all meat on just one bone When Miles
renegades of funk We're teachers of the funk and not of empty popping We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics With the bass and the treble, the horns
the garden grow We listen to the radio to hear what's cookin? But the music ain't got no soul Now they sound tired but they don't sound Haggard They
't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right,
ripe old age of three, weeks old And when he blew into that horn all the people gathered 'round Club manager jumped right up and said, "Boy, I gotta have that sound
and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours, for you and yours (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now
me up come right to my door Don't stay in your car and beep, beep the horn (Car) Baby, I'm a hopeless romantic You'll pick the sounds for the background
on her front Up against the wall She's thunderstorms Here is your host Sounds as if she's pretty close When the heat starts growing horns She's thunderstorms
Turn this up a little louder now Turn this up a little louder now Turn it up Ladies and gents you're tuned to the sound of Carlos Santana Since supernatural
do right now Is blow your motherfuckin' horns, louder, louder Yo, if you want that shit (That shit) That hardcore rough shit (Rough shit) Motherfuckers, blow your horns
but the shit was sounding fucked I spend a hundred dollars on the brand new Benz And if I run you off the road, run, blow your horns again Yeah man
' to work bruh When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't" But she said, "I'm only around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
and board inside of a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates his bones his mind keeps focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted from his horn, wail like
I was just a young boy when I learned the jungle touch Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in trust And when the sound boy came, we came around
He and I form the funky tribe. If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe. [feel the vibe] Me and ali are extremely radiant. And to be heard like the horn