Tha legendary John Stokes produced this cut back in the 80's and gave me the honor of lacing it, so I had ta give up props to the origin of FUNK... Peepin da lyrics is a must!
DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
Lyrics
Third Rock to the Sun, Bop to the Gun
Back on the track, giving props to the FUNK x2
Props to the funk, I was born in the heart of it
Loving the art of it, Funkadelic and da Parliament
Way ahead of time when rhyme was forbidden
Deep inside tha mastermind of George Clinton
Subtle notoriety, packing a variety
Of funk for da trunk also known as society
You can fool the mass media, but can’t lie ta me
I can see, you are you, and I am me
Here goes, muthaphukkas hate us like Sir Nose
Cuz our record going round like circles x2
1956 was the year for the start of it
George Clinton Doo Wop’n with the Parliaments
Calvin and Grady, Fuzzy, and Ray Ray
Then they gotta band and started ta get play
1967, “I Wanna Testify”
To this day George Clinton still da best alive
Under the influence of the psychedelic movement
Funkadelic was the new band grooving
Born to shine with rhyme like tha Star Child
50 years later, still can’t fade our style x2
Knock knock, look who’s coming through ya front door
Dr. Funkenstein with a twist of much more
Get up and groove, the fuck is strait calling
Time ta get groovy like da homey Bootsy Collins
Busting it on some other shit like da Mothership
Take me to another galaxy and I’ll be running it
Busting it on some other shit like da Mothership
Pop in my funk cd and start bumping it
Rollin down the block, with my P-Funk Mob
Bitches on da cock like please come jock x4
“Right On” like Sly Stone got my family
Fortunate enough ta not receive a casualty
Brothers, got my son, got my moms and pops
Like the 1973 “Cosmic Slop”
So I’m giving it up ta God like praise the Lord
Feeling like Bernie Worrell on the keyboard
Or Eddie Hazel, when I hit the guitar
Nothing but da best, fuck da rest they sub par
Lingering like reverb, puffing the herb
Everything I say always ends up being the word
Lingering like reverb, puffing the herb
All across the land, then some, like a seabird
Got the funk, I know you want the funk
So call me Dr. Funk, when I bring it {bring it} x4
{Props ta} Morrison and Shider, Mosson and Lampkin
Parker and Wesley, Braley and Hampton x2
“One Nation Under A Groove”
Got love for the old folks, love for the youth
“One Nation Under A Groove”
Gotta keep it real, only phuk with the truth x2
Third Rock to the Sun, Bop to the Gun
Up in da cutt, giving props to the FUNK x2
