Funk Ain't Broke (Feat. Rodney O.)
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah.
It's Rodney O.
Back up in your ear hole.
Gonna take you on a little ever slow.
So ah, turn me up in my headphone.
So I can hear what I'm sayin'.
Yeah.
Time to bust back for another rhyme workshop.
What rhyme's that.
Beat tighter than a knot if it's on then it's on.
First let me say that if you got drama.
It's best that you say that.
I'm only here to bring to funk ya.
If you don't like what you hear.
Fool, screw ya.
Bootsy on the track, the homey go way back.
Back on back.
Like there's a click, let's chelly back bustin'.
Movin' on n' on.
You know he got the funk.
Flowin' thru his chromosome.
So if you don't like it.
You can get the finger.
As I tone out.
Smell the food as I linger.
That's right homes.
Let you go as your partner.
I treat you like a record company.
And straight drop ya.
The R O D N E Y to the O.
Now what's that spell.
Rodney O, now you know.
What'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
Let my fingers do the funkin, baby.
What'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
I'm gonna ride 'em.
N' then I'll glide 'em.
And then I'll funk, funk.
Funk their mind up.
What's that funk comin' thru the stereo.
It's Rodney O, the one that acts like Po Po.
But ya better drop.
Cos' I'm hot like sweechies.
When it comes to funk.
I gotta sew like stitchies.
Feelin' like pimps.
Eatin' shrimps with my homies.
You think you can run up for the O.
You don't know me.
I'm drippin' down the avenue.
Just brought the gang a brew.
Headin' to the studio.
To kick rhymes with my crew.
Oh, L.
That's where my homies play.
All day and all night, that's right.
Gotta keep the sex bangin.
Servin' usual customers like crap.
When I'm swingin'.
I'm blamin', no sit.
I'm a true vet.
Step to me wrong.
Overeats like a corvette.
Bet that.
That I catch a check everyday.
Cos' it's my company day.
Now what ya got to say.
Funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he can mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops...
It's just Rodney O creepin' in your ear hole.
Comin' with that funk flow, baby.
He understands me, yeah.
Puttin' it down with Bootsy on the track.
The homey that go way, way back.
Yo O.
Why don't you hit us one more time with that flow, baby.
Pump up the trunk.
Keep it hump.
Rollin' down the back street.
Turn it up mo'.
If your ride got a ganga beat.
Crank it up, fool.
We got the funk anthem.
When the cut is over.
We wanna keep jammin'.
Jam on, baby.
It's on when it pops.
You think not.
Rodney O bro'.
Straight forward like a faucet.
I lost it.
When I start spittin' on the track.
Bootsy sell records.
Like homey sell sex.
It's the one y'all.
Let's have a ball y'all.
We got to pump, pump, pump it up y'all.
I see the Bud Lights.
You know we gettin' high.
We got to jam, jam, jam it all night.
Let's stop the killings.
We can't fight that feeling.
Of love.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
Oh yeah mix it up, man.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
Oh, I'd love to see your forest.
But there's too many trees, baby.
I was standin' here on the corner.
With my brothers of the new street.
One from the west coast.
And one from the east.
As I look up I can see a new day.
Got to put all our forces together.
So all the players can come to play.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
All the players wanna play.
If you ain't here to funk.
Then get the hell out.
I'm here to make the party people.
Scream n' shout.
If you ain't here to funk.
Then get the hell out.
Well, this is the place that you wanna be.
If you wanna get low down n' funky.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
Let's stop that killings.
We can't fight that feeling.
Of love.
Funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
It's Rodney O.
Back up in your ear hole.
Gonna take you on a little ever slow.
So ah, turn me up in my headphone.
So I can hear what I'm sayin'.
Yeah.
Time to bust back for another rhyme workshop.
What rhyme's that.
Beat tighter than a knot if it's on then it's on.
First let me say that if you got drama.
It's best that you say that.
I'm only here to bring to funk ya.
If you don't like what you hear.
Fool, screw ya.
Bootsy on the track, the homey go way back.
Back on back.
Like there's a click, let's chelly back bustin'.
Movin' on n' on.
You know he got the funk.
Flowin' thru his chromosome.
So if you don't like it.
You can get the finger.
As I tone out.
Smell the food as I linger.
That's right homes.
Let you go as your partner.
I treat you like a record company.
And straight drop ya.
The R O D N E Y to the O.
Now what's that spell.
Rodney O, now you know.
What'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
Let my fingers do the funkin, baby.
What'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
I'm gonna ride 'em.
N' then I'll glide 'em.
And then I'll funk, funk.
Funk their mind up.
What's that funk comin' thru the stereo.
It's Rodney O, the one that acts like Po Po.
But ya better drop.
Cos' I'm hot like sweechies.
When it comes to funk.
I gotta sew like stitchies.
Feelin' like pimps.
Eatin' shrimps with my homies.
You think you can run up for the O.
You don't know me.
I'm drippin' down the avenue.
Just brought the gang a brew.
Headin' to the studio.
To kick rhymes with my crew.
Oh, L.
That's where my homies play.
All day and all night, that's right.
Gotta keep the sex bangin.
Servin' usual customers like crap.
When I'm swingin'.
I'm blamin', no sit.
I'm a true vet.
Step to me wrong.
Overeats like a corvette.
Bet that.
That I catch a check everyday.
Cos' it's my company day.
Now what ya got to say.
Funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he can mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops...
It's just Rodney O creepin' in your ear hole.
Comin' with that funk flow, baby.
He understands me, yeah.
Puttin' it down with Bootsy on the track.
The homey that go way, way back.
Yo O.
Why don't you hit us one more time with that flow, baby.
Pump up the trunk.
Keep it hump.
Rollin' down the back street.
Turn it up mo'.
If your ride got a ganga beat.
Crank it up, fool.
We got the funk anthem.
When the cut is over.
We wanna keep jammin'.
Jam on, baby.
It's on when it pops.
You think not.
Rodney O bro'.
Straight forward like a faucet.
I lost it.
When I start spittin' on the track.
Bootsy sell records.
Like homey sell sex.
It's the one y'all.
Let's have a ball y'all.
We got to pump, pump, pump it up y'all.
I see the Bud Lights.
You know we gettin' high.
We got to jam, jam, jam it all night.
Let's stop the killings.
We can't fight that feeling.
Of love.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
Oh yeah mix it up, man.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
Oh, I'd love to see your forest.
But there's too many trees, baby.
I was standin' here on the corner.
With my brothers of the new street.
One from the west coast.
And one from the east.
As I look up I can see a new day.
Got to put all our forces together.
So all the players can come to play.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
HIP HIP HORRAY.
All the players wanna play.
If you ain't here to funk.
Then get the hell out.
I'm here to make the party people.
Scream n' shout.
If you ain't here to funk.
Then get the hell out.
Well, this is the place that you wanna be.
If you wanna get low down n' funky.
If the funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.
Let's stop that killings.
We can't fight that feeling.
Of love.
Funk ain't broke.
Don't try to fix it.
Give it to a DJ.
So he may mix it.
So what'cha gonna do.
When things get hot.
Work for the heels.
Cos' it's on when it pops.