Who, ho, oo, oo, oo, oh, oh, oh, huh Who, ho, oo, oo, oo, oh, hey ho, ah, ho, oh Something about the music, she always makes me dance Something about
So, wide can't get around it So, low you can't get under it (So, low you can't get under it) So, high you can't get over it (So, high you can't get over
Looking back at you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a
Whoa, I know, hey, mon The third world is on the one, right on the downbeat Sending out shockwaves throughout the world, hey, mon Sending out shockwaves
I'm not conceited by no means, yeah I just know what I'm capable of But if you're lookin' for some love I'm qualified to satisfy Now if your man ain'
Given the chance I would love the hell out of you, little girl Don't you know? Give me a sign (Give me a sign) Let me know if it's alright that I desire
Even if you don't dig it Don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do It could be just for you Even if you don't feel it Right now don't mean someday
That was my girl, if the girl displayed a smile That always drove the fellas wild, that was my girl (That was my girl) If your composure sort of slips
I just want to say That I love your sexy ways I love you girl Oh, I love you girl, heh I just want to say That I need you in so many ways Baby, you're
Your Honor, I didn't do it I didn't pimp her just for money What's wrong with making her call me daddy? Your Honor, I didn't do it Oh, Your Honor, she
La da da da-da Ah, la da da, la da da da-da Just because it's said That a man is not supposed to cry (Supposed to cry) Just because we conceal what we
She's bad, the girl is bad Bad, the lady is bad Now the kid was kick-back, lining the cut Eatin' some fish and chips And this freaky little groupie from
I wanna know if it's good to you, baby When you do what you do to me I know that it must have been good to you, baby 'Cause it sure feels good to me
Behold, I am Funkadelic I am not of your world But fear me not I will do you no harm Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it For nothing is
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music? Who says a rock band can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah We're gonna play some
You hit the nail on the head You hit the nail on the head Just because you win the fight Don't make you right Just because you give Don't make you good
Sitting here with a broken heart Wishin' you'd come home for Sitting here with breakin' hearts I just can't go on Oh, grief has got a hold on me I can
You scared me, baby You scared the love right outta me You scared me, baby You scared the love right outta me You scared me, baby You scared the love