Bootsy Collins - Funk Ain't Broke Lyrics
YeahIt's Rodney OBack up in your ear holeGonna take you on a little ever slowSo ah, turn me up in my headphoneSo I can hear what I'mSayin'YeahTime to bust backForAnother rhyme workshopWhat rhyme's thatBeat tighter than a knotIf it's onThen it's onFirst let me say that if you got dramaIt's best that you say thatI'm onlyHere to bring to funk yaIf you don't like what you hearFool, screw ya.Bootsy on theTrack, the homey go way back Back onBackLike there's a click, let's chelly back bustin'Movin' on n' onYou knowHe got the funkFlowin' thru his chromosomeSo if you don't like itYou can get theFingerAs I tone outSmell the food as I lingerThat'sRight homesLet you go as your partnerI treat you like aRecord companyAnd straight drop yaThe R O D N E Y to the ONow what's that spellRodney O,Now you knowWhat'cha gonna doWhen things get hotWork for the heelsCos' it's on when it popsLet my fingers do the funkin, babyWhat'cha gonna doWhen thingsGet hotWork for the heelsCos' it's on when it popsI'm gonnaRide 'emN' then I'll glide 'emAnd then I'll funk, funkFunk their mind upWhat's that funk comin' thru the stereoIt's Rodney O, the one that actsLike Po Po But ya better dropCos' I'm hot like sweechiesWhen it comes to funkI gotta sewLike stitchiesFeelin' like pimpsEatin' shrimps with my homiesYou think youCan run up for the OYou don't know meI'm drippin' down the avenueJust brought the gang aBrew Headin' toThe studioTo kick rhymes with my crewOh, L.A.That's where my homies playAll day and all night, that's rightGotta keep the sex bangin'Servin' usualCustomers like crapWhen I'm swingin'I'm blamin', no sitI'm a trueVetStep to me wrongOvereats like a corvetteBet thatThat I catch a check everydayCos' it's my company dayNowWhat ya got to sayFunk ain't brokeDon't try to fix itGive it to a DJSo he can mix itSo what'cha gonna doWhen things get hotWork for the heelsCos'It's on when it pops...It's just Rodney O creepin' in your ear holeComin' with that funk flow, babyHe understands me,YeahPuttin' it down with Bootsy on the trackThe homey that go way, way backYo OWhy don'tYou hit us one more time with that flow Pump upThe trunkKeep it humpRollin' down the back streetTurn it upMo'If your ride got a ganga beatCrank it up, foolWe got the funk anthemWhen the cut is overWe wanna keepJammin'Jam on, babyIt's on when it popsYou think notRodney O bro'StraightForward like a faucetI lost itWhen I startSpittin' on the trackBootsy sell recordsLike homey sell sexIt's the one y'allLet's have a ball y'allWe got to pump, pump, pump it up y'allI see the Bud LightsYou know we gettin' highWeGot to jam, jam, jam it all nightLet's stop the killingsWe can't fight that feelingOf loveIf the funk ain't brokeDon't try to fix itGive it to a DJSo he may mix itOh yeah mix it up, manIf the funk ain't brokeDon't try to fix itGive it to aDJSo he may mix itOh, I'dLove to see your forestBut there's too many trees, babyI was standin' here on the cornerWith my brothersOf the new streetOne from the west coastAnd one from the eastAs I look up I can see aNew day GotTo put all our forces togetherSo all the players can come to playHIP HIP HORRAYHIPHIP HORRAYHIP HIP HORRAYAll the playersWanna playIf you ain't here to funkThen get the hell outI'm here to make the party peopleScream n' shoutIf you ain't here toFunkThen get the hell outWell, this is the place that you wanna beIf you wanna get low downN' funky IfThe funk ain't brokeDon't try to fix itGive it to aDJSo he may mix itSo what'cha gonnaDoWhen things get hotWork for the heelsCos' it's onWhen it popsLet's stop that killingsWe can't fight thatFeelingOf loveFunk ain't brokeDon't try to fix itGive it to a DJSoHe may mix itSo what'cha gonna doWhen thingsGet hotWork for the heelsCos' it's on when it pops
