Who Wanna Have A Motherfuckin Orgy?



Word Is Bond Word Is Me



Smokin Mad Blunts And All The Fronts And



Check It Out Whatcha Want And



Go On With Slang Well Get To Bang Rockin My Thang



Funkadelic Hit You With Irrelevant Heyyyy




Micraphone Check I Walk Around The Street With Black Tecs And Knapsacks



I'm Known For Smokin Ass Cracks Til I Get Ass Flashbacks



So All My Niggaz If You're Fuckin Damage Let Me Hear Ya You Can



*bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo* Now Did You Catch A Victim? HELL NO



Come Back In To Fatten To Funky Tracks



Blast A Motherfucker Until You're Peekin Through His Back



Cause My Brain Is Twisted, Funky Realistic On The Ill Shit



I Rock It Til, Bitches Start Givin Up That Punany



Pajamies, Up The Coochie, Pass The Clit, Pass The Loose Shit



Then BOO-YAA, I Gave You Another Shot Of The Good Shit



Don't Believe Me Why Your Pussy Breathin Hard Enough To Pinch



The Clitoris, Dangle It From My Cock I Don't Feel Shit



So Check Me The Original Joe Pesky Freak The Sexy



I Got More Gadgets Than The Inspector, Go-go Jet-skis



Then Swoop Through Your Troops Knock The Boots On Your Cutes



Grab You For Your Loot, Wrap My Fuckin Chain Around Your Tooth



Cause, That's The Way It Goes When Tonight's Da Nite



The Music Feelin Funkadelic And The Mood Is Right



I Stick The Nine Between Your Eyes And Blast You Outta Sight



Cause That's The Way The Knotty-headed Nigga, Rollin Right



Blunts By The Boxes, I Smuggle The Chocolate Thai To Get Me High When



I Ran Through More Niggaz, Than Any Kid That Was Adopted



Plus An Ostrich Couldn't Swallow My Cock, Quick Cause It's Stopped Which



Makes The Soopaman Luva Get Stockings By The Flocks Bitch, Hrrrahhh



So On And On And Let Me Kick The Rab



That Light Skinned Brother With Mad Shaft Up Your Fuckin