Текст песни Whodini - Five Minutes of Funk
Whodini - Five Minutes of Funk слова песни
Now the party didnt start till I walked inAnd I probably wont leave until the thing endsBut in the mean time, the in between timeIf you work your thing, then I`ll work mineWe came here together so we could have funMe and you baby, goin one on oneNow this is the last chance for us to get offSo either get loose, or you aught to get lostCause Im just about ready to do my thingCause Im the stone cold, New York, Rap MachineIm `a give you what I got, and baby thats plentyYou`ll never have one that rocks so manyIm `a make you wet and make you sweatJust to see how funky you can getNow when Im on the mic, I do serve wellAnd I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil *Four minutes left*Now sit back, relax, put on your head gearGet ready for a trip through the AtmosphereGonna take you for a ride through the Twighlight ZoneI dont need a space ship, I use my microphoneSo hold on tight, with all your mightCause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the nightIts Jalil yall, your master rapperAnd when Im on the mic its a sheer disasterCause MC`s crumble when we rumbleSome think Im soft just because Im humbleSo all you MC`s, I hope you`re real good listenersCause in this battle, Im takin no prisonersIm slayin MC`s right on the spotCause Im the the master of the Rap, the doctor of the RockThe Jack of all Trades, The Master of OneAnd the thing Im at, is called havin funWe got three minutes left to rock this funkTo separate the good stuff from the junk, soGet in the groove, and feel the soundAnd once you`re inside, spread yourself aroundFrom the bottom to the top, the top to the bottomCome on Master Dee, get funky while we got em *three minutes left* Me and my partner, from the startWe usually get together, after darkSometimes to rap, Sometimes to singIn the Summer or the Winter cause it aint no thingAnd ever since I first came roundSide by Side, We`d throw downWe came here to this here placeTo serve you all right to your faceBecause this jam here is our show stopperWe didnt wanna do it but I guess we gottaWe`re the men of the hour, makin the ladies scream and hollerTo hot to trot, To sweet to be sourIm gonna set the record straightAnd I hope that it is not too lateIf you want the best, I wont settle for lessPut your money on me, Im your best betCome on,One for the trebleTwo for the BassThree for the ladiesFour for the plaidFive, minutes of funk, this aint no junkSo pull your bottom, off the tree stumpLadies real pretty, from city to cityBut now we`re gettin down to the nitty grittyFrom the bottom to the top, the top to the bottomIm gonna rock em, while I still got emOur rappin shower has style and powerAnd this, is our disco hourI dont know what all of you have heardSo its up to me to spread the wordAbout the man that we feel has got to be realOur crowned Prince on the wheels of steelHe goes by the name of Grandmaster DeeSo if its alright with you, its alright with meWe gonna rock you people`s minds with easeWith some help from the Maestro, if you please*one minute left* *Im sorry, your five minutes are up, please begin your ending, or your volumewill be terminated*