Yo, my man Bootsy, this is for you
Bootsy, c'est pour toi
Tout droit de Paris, the city of love
La ville de l'amour, Paris
Hope you gon' come back soon
Bootsy, baby, baby
P-funk, baby
P-funk, baby
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, I think she wants to rock
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me? Well, I just think the girl is hot
Put your body in it
Don't you ever stop
Once you rock my body
Baby, you can't stop, yeah, yeah
Dig, I want all the lovelies out there
To stand up and hold your freak flag high
Yeah, as I move around from town to town
It's time to get down
And tonight, we're gonna get on down
Everybody, come down and party
Don't bring a gun 'cause you ain't buckin' nobody
Just let the music move the crowd
Turn it up or turn it off 'cause we like it loud
Now all the ladies in the house make noise (Yeah)
It's Bootsy and B-Wyze, open your Levis
Then we enter inside your head with that, that, uh
Eyes turn red 'cause I'm smooth with the chill type disposition, don
I'm the man that your girls be wishin' on
There's a lot of single ladies in the house tonight
Fellas, chill out 'cause there's no time to fight
You know I'm right so act polite
Or you'll be stuck watchin' TV on Saturday night
Take them bad attitudes and check 'em in at the door
'Cause we gon' do that freak like never before
Do that freak, do that freak, do it
(Do the freak, y'all, do the freak)
Do that freak, do that freak, do it
(Do the freak, y'all, do the freak)
Do that freak, do that freak, do it
(Do the freak, y'all, do the freak)
Do that freak, do that freak, do it
Dig, it really doesn't matter who came first
The chicken or the egg, it's about new birth, baby
And who am I with this 20's pound flavor?
Ah, the name is Bootsy, the original player, baby
We attack from the rear with the smoothness
One on one, we drop the bomb with the coolness
I'm the coolest fool that ever hit your streets
Now go ask your mama can she do the freak, baby
Bootsy, the illa, P-funk dealer
Funk you from Ohio to a villa in Manila
Fill you with this finger when he plucks your bass
Baby, why don't we subtract some space?
Baby, we can funk all over this place
You're packed in like a terrorist with a bomb in his suitcase
Let me get a taste, let's waste no time
Turn around, baby, let me funk you from behind
Unwind your mind and find your soul train line
Take you on a ride through the rhythm he designed
All fun, baby, add a K and it's funk
B-Wyze rich and thick like a chocolate chunk
Don't you wanna taste the creamy feelin' inside?
Let me freak your body all through the night
If we don't go home, it's quite alright
'Cause we gotta freak on to the broad daylight
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all (Alright, everybody)
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all (Alright, everybody)
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak
Once you rock my body
Baby, you can't stop, yeah, yeah
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all (Alright, everybody)
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all
Get your butts up out your seat, get up
Do that freak, y'all (Alright, everybody)
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