Bring Back The Funk (Lyrics)

Intro
Psycho DC: Wait, Wait, Wait hold up, man! This is how we do this shit…

Chorus
Bring back the funk
I want the funk
(x4)

Dre DC
What’s up, what’s up everybody let’s begin
If you down with the funk, we’ll take you for a spin
And if you down with the rhythm, go and tell a friend
We finna groove to this beat from start to the end
We finna keep the funk flowin’, everybody be knowin’
That we won’t stop we just keep on growin’
Fuck these new ass rappers, they just can’t compare
Everytime I drop hits, they just better beware
I got no rappers to spare, instead I’d have them for lunch
When I spit a freestyle, it’s like a knockout punch
I ain’t here to play games I got some rappers to tame
Because they always talk shit, when what they claim is lame
They ain’t really about shit, they’re just for the fame
They sold they’re soul to the devil, that’s a goddamn shame
I always stand for G-Funk, I keep it smooth and deadly
If you ain’t knowin about this funk, then you better be ready

Chorus
Bring back the funk
I want the funk
(x4)

Psycho DC
If you feel the groove
It’s up to you
To let it make you move
(Everybody clap your hands)
Step to the left
Step to the right
Lets turn this motha out
And everything is gonna be alright
If you feel the groove
It’s up to you
To let it make you move
(Everybody clap your hands)
Step to the left
Step to the right
Lets turn this motha out
And everything is gonna be alright

Chorus
Bring back the funk
I want the funk
(x4)

Gorilla DC
We came to hit ya’ll with the sound
Straight from the underground
We keep the ladies booty poppin’
The ladies even booty droppin’
We getting’ people real hyped, everytime we press play
Parlay everyday, people really wanna stay
We don’t deal with playa hatas, cuz they will catch a fade
Bitch if you wanna be our level, then you need to upgrade
Step your game up busta
You dealin’ with a true hustla
I bet that you ain’t thought I get this far
My crew and I will always spit straight bars
I even got your momma dancin’
I also got your sista prancin’
Don’t you ever think that we will fall
Unless you wanna start a brawl
You’d get thrown into a wall
Like a doll, make you even crawl
You better run, out the back door
Or we’d give you more
Stay with yo own shit
So that you won’t get split
Listen out for this sound
when it’s bumpin in ya town
I get down and get around
I make hata’s smile, turn to a frown
My funk will give a beatdown
I deserve a fuckin’ crown

Chorus
Bring back the funk
I want the funk
(x8)