Don't you worry baby I'm like Detroit, I'm crazy Detroit, I'm crazy I'm like Funkadelic said it best I think you know the rest Time don't stand a chance against this motor madness Find me in the suburbs and The shadow of decay Rolling rings of rubber and

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't

One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Getting down for the one which we believe in Ready or not, here we come So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals Yo Schmoove kick the vocals Yeah, well we're back with another one Comin' hard and got suckers on the run You say, "You guys are known for havin' fun" Yeah well we'll do

My funky sensation Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm calling all you, party people Come on, get up and dig that funk I have for ya I have a funky sensation That was spread around the nation Get up, clap your hands and feel the groove You see people

We want the funk Bitch where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game got the whole world talkin', King Kunta Black man taking no losses Everybody wanna cut the legs off him (Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it) Everybody wanna cut the legs

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

S-H-I-N-I-N on the funk And listen to the emcees rhymin on the funk We solemnly swear to never bust a style that's bunk So listen to the way that we're rhyming on the funk Now we would like to ask you Have you ever heard this style befo'

Tis the season to be givin' And I've got somethin' just for you Let's take a trip to my cabin We can celebrate A funky Christmas made for 2 (oh) That's all I want All I want for Christmas Is to be loved by someone like you