She keeps me up (I keep you up) All night (All night) Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster Everybody wants to be the sister's mister Coca-Cola roller-coaster Love her even though I'm not supposed to. I never wanna have to slow down Got to be a

Call my job And today I got a 1000 bugs Tell the boss I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss I won't be in Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much weekend 'Cause Saturday night I caught the horses

(In a car jam) And drowned out Missa Luba In a car jam Tonight they're closing up the world N'sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks And then a shyboy from Missouri

Tap down those boots while I beat around Baby don't cry Let's funk downtown Funk me downtown I'm singin' Dancin' in circles, feels good to be lonely Up full night tryin' to rub the pain out (rub the pain out) I'm singin' dancin' in circles, feels good to

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

We're the renegades of funk Destroy all nations Say jam sucker (jam sucker) Say dance sucker (dance sucker) Now move sucker (move sucker) A weh weh weh weh woer No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now This is the time and age of renegades

Fabolous, Funk Flex Vol. 4 niggas see'mon It's gettin' hard to dodge the women But I'm still pitching hard white balls Faster than Roger Clemens, Ya know the kid with the O's That's as large as linens When it comes to sellin' trees I'm as large as

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'

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk