Funk is my mother, George is my father   Obsessed with creating another author   Now I remember back when everything was On the One   (Nah, they couldn't get none)   Let me take you back a little further than that   The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack   But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage   With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage   Stop, look up, and what do you see?   The Mothership landing in DC   So, yo, thank God for Parliament   Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent   There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage   Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie Hazel   Yo, I remember that and you do too   He would always call the Mothership down for you   Ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga   Yeah, you can do it, Humpty, don't be shy   But Shock G, come and reminisce with Shorty B   You know that I was born one of the Funkentelechy   Humpty-Hump and the Horny Horns why don't you blow for me      [Chorus x4]   Tales of the F-U-N-K-Y, tales of the funky      She said, I know the drummer can you let me in?   Tell the guitar player that I brought my friends   She was fine, sweet with a touch of class   No Head, No Backstage Pass   Funk used to be a bad word to you   I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two   So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow   Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow   Get Up to Get Down, I said I'd Rather Be With You   George and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew   But since you've been lost, yo, I've been so lost too   So Flash your Lights in the air   And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere   Don't be Standing On the Verge of Gettin It On   And George'll be the first to tell you when the funk's gone   There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid   You might imagine me funky though like Cupid   What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob   D'void of funk so my set don't Slop   I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon   I rap around the mic like Fuzzy   And like Starchild and Grady   I grab the funk by the neck and let it take me   To the Aquaboogie, with a giggle and squirm   And if you ain't funky you will learn   I confess you've got to clean your chest   And don't forget that Everything is On the One      [Chorus]      So would you, could you funk, do you wanna   And if I ask to funk are you gonna   Get stopped, cream always rises to the top   See pop ain't where I'm coming from   So haul to the left and don't forget to bring your Bop Gun   Do that stuff like you knew (Shorty B)   And if you're down with the funk, that's me and you   And now that I just took you back to the future   It's time to wake you up so I begin to suture   Stitch you up, and then I mend your wounds   But Red Hot Lover's got the Loose Booty   My lyrics amaze the vital juices, wanna do me   Like Too Short, too many funky words sooth me   (Yo, I'm tripping) Trojan on my tip and won't trip   About the articulation from my lips   So here we go, I'm about to show   All the homies in the hood that I can flow   With the Underground, with the P-funk in the sound   And if it ain't gots the P it ain't down   I'm like Al Capone on the microphone   I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through your home   But like Ice Cube said, once again it's on   I won't bite though just to write a funky rhyme   I go platinum, for the very first time I wrote my rhyme   With the Parker, not Paisley   And if Prince is on my tip it don't phase me   I'm from the old school of funk   Yo, I got Knee-Deep bumping in my trunk   This is not a trivia or a quiz   I just put the funk back in showbiz, y'all      [Chorus]      Ain't nothing but a party, y'all, haha      Haha, once again, 1991, Shorty B   Hitting you off with mfstbc (??)   Still kicking it for the Acorn posse   Yeah, Jerry Hodge is in the booth kicking it   Yeah, wanna send a shout out to Shock G   Cause without him there would be no me   And that's M-E, and I'm O-U-T