Red lights and midnight smell Can′t say if it′s heaven or pure hell Am I riding a one-way road Does it mean I can never go back home? The skyline makes a heart skip a beat I′m going crazy I know what′s waiting The sweet sound of the sirens sing I′m giving up to the forces in me
I wanna get to the funkytown I wanna get to the funkytown Where you set my soul on fire I don′t wanna waste my time Gimme more, gimme more I know that you′ll be mine I don′t wanna waste my life Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more more more more...
The full moon lays glow on your face I can′t see why I′d ever leave this place Crowd is wild and they just don′t care We′re moving fast but we′re going nowhere Feel the groove and the funky sound They play it loud on the streets of this town I close my eyes and the light still shine and we better let go
′Cause you set my soul on fire I don′t wanna waste my time Gimme more, gimme more I know that you′ll be mine I don′t wanna waste my life Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more more more more...
They say that people have a tendency To never see the truth Unless they pour it down with Heineken or Hennessey You′re staring down a barrel of a bottle and it′s bittersweet The business we′re attending to is this supremacy I′m that flickering greenlight I′m like liquor on a weeknight I′m the spirit of the city in the thick street of a fight A book and a letter I′m looking to get her The bigger the better The sound And it took me forever The borders were never so easy to break going down
I wanna get to the funkytown Heaven or pure hell I wanna get to the funkytown Where you set my soul on fire I don′t wanna waste my time Gimme more, gimme more I know that you′ll be mine I don′t wanna waste my life Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more more more more...
Flickering green light I′m a liquor on a weeknight I′m the spirit of the city In the thick of a street fight Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more more more more...
Funky is the word, You′re right, Or grow strong, Funky is the word.
Oh, this is so funky, Funky in my heart, This girl is funky, The girl in my dreams cracks me up.
Funky, oh that′s the word, But Jane, do you really care how funky styles of your could be? Can you just see me lone-ly? Funky is the word you could only say.
It′s so funky, Jane, can′t you see? You could be loved by any boy in the world, Funky, it′s the word.
The word is funky, The word is funky, Oh how a shame, It′s too funky.
Make it funky for me [x3] (Dee-jayy...) Make it funky for me [x3] (Dee-jayy...) (She said she said she...)
Move it in, check it out, move it in, check it out Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it′s - it′s
[Will.I.Am:] It′s the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump Got them dummies spendin money just to get up in yo′ junk Buy you drinks up at the bar, fill you up with alcohol Why me, boo you, try to do you, even walk you to yo′ car You don′t want what′s goin down, you freak them to the sound The bass was steady poundin, you dropped it to the ground Hypnotized by the (dee-jayyy) when he select the beat Steady rockin on a (weekday) heavy on repeat So put ′em up, put ′em up, drop it down, to the ground Back it up, back it up, somebody ask the (dee-jayyy)
[Chorus:] Could you make it funky for me Can you make it funky for me [x2]
Can you make the (dee-jayyyy!) Can you make it funky for me [x2]
Could you make it funky for me Could I ask the (dee-jayyyy!) I make it funky for ya, I make ya feel alright [x2]
[Will.I.Am:] Reach for somethin really high, go ahead and touch the sky Ain′t no limit when you in it, live it up cause it′s yo′ life Any minute we gon′ spend it like the (shit) never gets spun Oh yeah this (shit) just begun, and we came to have FUN! Put away your guns, ladies keep shakin your buns Some-body grab some-body party ′til the sun come up And we ain′t stoppin, I don′t care if 20 cops come in Let ′em keep knockin and knockin, we keep on rockin So put ′em up, put ′em up, drop it down, to the ground Back it up, back it up, somebody ask the (dee-jayyy)
[Chorus]
[Will.I.Am:] I make it funky for ya, I make ya feel alright I make it funky for ya, I make ya feel al.. al... al... al... al... al... al... [echoes]
Yo, yo, hey You like the beat [x4] Go ahead girl rock it to the beat [x2] Yo You like the track [x4] Go ahead girl shake it like that [x2] You like the sound [x4] Go ahead girl move it all around [x2] Yes
[x3:] Go ′head girl rock your body [x2] (Go ′head boy rock my body! Go ′head boy rock my body!)
Yo Whitey Ford′s the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn′t get more bent When it′s time to represent I control it like rent In a slum tenement Life′s hard like some men In the concrete jungle I don′t smoke jumbo So whatcha knockin′ for There′s locks on my door We rock from the floor To the ceilin′ Ain′t no drug dealin′ Ain′t no gat peelin′ You can′t fight this feelin′
Casual: Well, My style′s golden Hot like molten rock Niggers come bold But leave here holdin′ jock High roll patrol Roll through the set on fifth Arm′s solo Sippin′ momo with a chick Niggers take the penitentiary Chances at the dances Lettin′ off shots Lit off the lanterns Mad ′cause a nigga can′t test with no access To phatness like this
Sadat X: From one story the cowboy was founded I′m surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford The whole world and your girl From the Bay to LA To my blue end while I ain′t tryin′ to die I′m tryin′ to live While I cool out And pick up my daughter When the bell says the school out Who the hell brought tools In this peaceful event Now I can love you Front you Or we could hunt you You played too close Take a hit of this dose
A yes, yes, y′all Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh y′all To the beat y′all Sadat X: A yes yes y′all Casual: We don′t stop dog We keep it rockin′ till the panties drop, yo
Casual: Uh huh, ha I see the rappers bein′ ruined By you and whoever′s doin′ that Crap, they got me booin′ In fact, I′m gettin′ to ′em May an electrical poetical surge Give me the urge To, consume, the tomb And submerge The depths of adverbs Keep it sick Analytical You pitiful trick I′m the pinnacle and the prodigal Rhyme style′s Hip nautical Fuck the artical The artist is hardest To harvest the hard shit
Sadat X: I slave till all my work is done I′m cashin′ in Stack up my money for a grand set I like them all house parties rockin′ Plus I′m up in your cozy Bitch turn your head and keep your eyes Where they supposed to be Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh Brown skin I keep it bouncin′ I say loungin′ On the side with red wine I know that shit on my floor ain′t swine
Now back it up Stack it up And hit me one more time It might be your phone call But check it, it′s my dime And I know she′s fine But get off my line Or I′ll break that spine And then maybe your face You all up in my space Like with Puffy and Mase But that′s just not the case ′Cause I′m settin′ the pace While you followin′ and swallowin′ Savorin′ the flavor In your audio for now Quick suckin′ my style I′ll be the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire
CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby
CHORUS II (X2) Sadat X: ′Cause it′s the funky beat ′Cause it′s the funky beat ′Cause it′s the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)
Sadat X: I′ll leave a piece of my style Flyin′ high up in the air And you′ll say to yourself Damn I′m glad I was there This is as rare as me frickin′ share You people stare But behind closed doors You will take it there
Casual: Yeah I be the extraordinare Judge from Bayfare To Albee Square Tell me where the party at I′ll be there Let her hit the coney at Show her where to rock the pony at
I be the man With the large amounts of sapphire fare I′m about to cut loose My dog so you all best beware You can dance with flare And get out of your chair We be smarter than your average boo boo bear
CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby
CHORYS II (X4) Sadat X: ′Cause it′s the funky beat ′Cause it′s the funky beat ′Cause it′s the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)