move around Oh ya know it makes me think about Me and you and getting down Tell me how that sounds, you wanna get down I gotta say that I really dig
hoodie, hoodie, goodie, goodie To lick ya boogie oggie, oggie Can ya dig what I'm talkin' 'bout, I smell ya Battle Cat Now that's funky, that's so funky
s alright You're outta sight And you wear that cute mini-skirt With your brother's sloppy shirt Huh, I admit it, girl, that I can dig it And I says
cold I am the general baby callin? it rock ?n? roll I am the general baby I am the general baby, callin? it rock ?n? roll I am the general baby, gunnin
stop Till I hit rock bottom That's the truth But for now smack the roof Then groove to the Bonafied funk for your fanny So groove to the bonafied funk
' my mind I want your body all the time Delicious, she drives me crazy The perfume that you wear seems to hang in the air It's boogalicious and while that DJ's bustin' grooves
Aw yeah, this one goes out to all you muthafuckers out there That didn't think we could make records that could bang in the club Ya that's right, all
When she sees him turning into a monster she has to vomit. Phyllis: Frank said, "That's it, that's the opening of the line, that, that, I mean, that's
here all the night (chorus) Keep it comin' baby, can you dig it? thought I had to look all over for it it's not easy but I have to admit come on baby
that I can capture Your mind with state of the art music made to adapt to To knowledge the God on the groove Because when my tongue moves I just love that
and give it to rappers That even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that
you heard crime pay? Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby
don't know what you guys do But I been workin' so hard lately that I can only just fall asleep in bed" So he played some more sounds and grooved a while
y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that
I be, let's shoot up to the club, like two tattoos VIP, who gets who, no dancing with two left shoes Do that fool, do that, do that, who that creeps
you say that you got off bein' juked With a baby octopus and spewed upon with cream corn? And that your hair-lipped queen-o-bassplayin' girlfriend With
party Ain't nothing' but a houseparty C'mon baby, dig that crazy soul I know you're gonna lost control You can do boogaloo Anything that you want to I
, baby it's understood I got while, in cowboy boots groovin' to my daddy On my daddy radio, can you dig it like I dig it? Can you dig it at all? Hey now, baby