Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Low, artist - Funkadelic. Album song first ya gotta Shake the Gate, in the genre Фанк
Date of issue: 24.11.2014
Record label: The Kunspyruhzy
Song language: English
Get Low |
Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flippin' these tracks like a nigga know judo |
Hop up on the Mothership, I’ll take you up to Pluto |
Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno |
I’ma sit back and get high while you get low |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other shit |
ladies speaking Spanish call me Papi Chulo |
Got me on InstaGram, will you take that photo? |
So you lead a band, said you wanna go solo? |
Bobbin', weavin' punches, don’t get hit by a bolo |
Wanna keep goin'? |
Don’t stop now! |
Wanna keep goin'? |
Hit it — well go head on then! |
Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flippin' these tracks like a nigga know judo |
Hop up on the Mothership, I’ll take you up to Pluto |
Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno |
I’ma sit back and get high while you get low |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other shit |
Yes, yes, yes, who’s back? |
Sativa Diva on some other shit |
I got my bread up, now I’m cruisin' on this Mothership |
Funk is in my DNA so we gon' keep it relevant |
Hippies unite, but in spite, we gettin' hella fit |
Blazing and shit, I keep the root on fire |
Smokin' trees from overseas, I keep the roof on fire |
It’s Funkadelic forever, see I ain’t tell no lie |
I’m navigatin' this Mothership, how I stay so fly? |
How- how I stay so high? |
To where the fake don’t try |
They throw the P in the air whenever- P in the air |
Whenever- P in the air whenever I breeze by |
See I’m as real as it gets, sex shit |
They know who to call for that fire and brim spit |
Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flippin' these tracks like a nigga know judo |
Hop up on the Mothership, I’ll take you up to Pluto |
Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno |
I’ma sit back and get high while you get low |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other shit |
That’s not yo' beat, that’s not yo' cheddar |
That’s, that’s Jacob’s ladder |
This here ain’t for kids ungrown |
Man, get me that microphone, get yo' ass home |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
I put the in and every time my lyrics speak |
My mic get sick and catch a virus |
You catch diarrhea for a week |
Now plug that shit on up, making my noise like what the fuck |
You can damn sure say anyone could cook a track |
But the art is in flipping the damn thang |
Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip |
Flippin' these tracks like a nigga know judo |
Hop up on the Mothership, I’ll take you up to Pluto |
Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno |
I’ma sit back and get high while you get low |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership |
Get low, get low, get low, get low |
Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other shit |