Lyrics Funk Ain't Broke - Bootsy Collins, Rodney O.

Funk Ain't Broke

Yeah
It’s Rodney O
Back up in your ear hole
Gonna take you on a little ever slow
So ah, turn me up in my headphone
So I can hear what I’m sayin'
Yeah
Time to bust back for another rhyme workshop
What rhyme’s that
Beat tighter than a knot if it’s on then it’s on
First let me say that if you got drama
It’s best that you say that
I’m only here to bring the funk to ya
If you don’t like what you hear
Fool, screw ya
Bootsy on the track, the homey go way back
Back on back
Like there’s a click, let’s chelly back bustin'
Movin' on n' on
You know he got the funk
Flowin' thru his chromosome
So if you don’t like it
You can get the finger
As I tone out
Smell the food as I linger
That’s right homes
Let you go as your partner
I treat you like a record company
And straight drop ya
The R-O-D-N-E-Y-O
Now what’s that spell
Rodney O, now you know
What ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
Let my fingers do the funkin', baby
What ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
I’m gonna ride 'em
N' then I’ll glide 'em
And then I’ll funk, funk
Funk their mind up
What’s that funk comin' thru the stereo
It’s Rodney O, the one that acts like Po Po
But ya better drop
Cos' I’m hot like sweechies
When it comes to funk
I gotta sew like stitchies
Feelin' like pimps
Eatin' shrimps with my homies
You think you can run up for the O
You don’t know me
I’m drippin' down the avenue
Just brought the gang a brew
Headin' to the studio
To kick rhymes with my crew
Oh, LA
That’s where my homies play
All day and all night, that’s right
Gotta keep the sex bangin'
Servin' usual customers like crap
When I’m swingin'
I’m blamin', no sit
I’m a true vet
Step to me wrong
Overeats like a corvette
Bet that
That I catch a check everyday
Cos' it’s my company day
Now what ya got to say
Funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
So what ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
Funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
So what ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
It’s just Rodney O creepin' in your ear hole
Comin' with that funk flow, baby
He understands me, yeah
Puttin' it down with Bootsy on the track
The homey that go way, way back
Yo O
Why don’t you hit us one more time
With that flow, baby
Pump up the trunk
Keep it hump
Rollin' down the back street
Turn it up mo'
If your ride got a ganga beat
Crank it up, fool
We got the funk anthem
When the cut is over
We wanna keep jammin'
Jam on, baby
It’s on when it pops
You think not
Rodney O bro'
Straight forward like a faucet
I lost it
When I start spittin' on the track
Bootsy sell records
Like homey sell sex
It’s the one y’all
Let’s have a ball y’all
We got to pump, pump, pump it up y’all
I see the Bud Lights
You know we gettin' high
We got to jam, jam, jam it all night
Let’s stop the killings
We can’t fight that feeling
Of love
If the funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
Oh yeah mix it up, baby
If the funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
Oh, I’d love to see your forest
But there’s too many trees, baby
I was standin' here on the corner
With my brothers of the new street
One from the west coast
And one from the east
As I look up I can see a new day
Got to put all our forces together
So all the players can come to play
HIP HIP HORRAY
HIP HIP HORRAY
HIP HIP HORRAY
All the players wanna play
If you ain’t here to funk
Then get the hell out
I’m here to make the party people
Scream n' shout
If you ain’t here to funk
Then get the hell out
Well, this is the place that you wanna be
If you wanna get low down n' funky
If the funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
So what ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
Let’s stop that killings
We can’t fight that feeling
Of love
Funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
So what ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops
Let’s stop that killings
We can’t fight that feeling
Of love
Funk ain’t broke
Don’t try to fix it
Give it to a DJ
So he may mix it
So what ‘cha gonna do
When things get hot
Work for the heels
Cos' it’s on when it pops