Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Naz, 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
The Naz |
Lookit, all you cats and kitties out there whipping and wailing and ya jumping |
Up and down sucking up all that old juice |
Hitting and telling each other you’re the greatest cat in the wilderness |
Turned around and captain was the cruelest, the strongest, sweetest cat that |
ever stomped around on this sweet swinging sphere |
And they call this here cat, the Naz |
Naz was a carpenter kid, he had a hammer and a nail |
He was like, like that |
People wanna see what the Naz was like |
Like wounded and walking, kicking him down the street walking done the path |
Twelve hundred of them cats for kitties out there behind the Naz |
And you look in the corner of their eyes and you see a little cat with the big |
free |
You see that Naz? |
Naz said, «He living on the plain.» |
Walks from the twiddly little cat with the big frame |
Looked down into the golden eyes of the soul and said, «Straightening!» |
He, whipped that cat like everybody done blast for him |
He put the bags straight on that girl |
Hehe |
(Yeah, he got the dig in and now you dug him before) |
They want me to play the radio, the video, the audio, the voomvavoom, |
the audi-a, the voomvavoom, the audi-a, the voomvavoom, the radio, the video, |
the audio, the voomvavoom, the audi-a, the voomvavoom |
They want me to play the radio, the video, the audio, the voomvavoom, |
the audi-a, the voomvavoom, hehehe |
You know how he do, but if you don’t you’ll find out |
Yeah, he got the dig in and now you dug him before |
You know how he do, but if you don’t you’ll find out |
Yeah, he got the dig in and now you dug him before |
Now there’s so many of them running behind the Naz |
Before you know it’s twelve thousand of them cats and kitties out there |
Now they got to get out of town, he taking up all them |
They gets 'bout forty-two miles out of town and ain’t nobody got the first |
biscuit |
Naz turned around said, «Yeah, yeah, huh, y’all hungry? |
Ain’t ya', babies?» |
Naz got them in deep piss and in one hand came |
Go to the Honeydew Street and in the other was one of them old Mississippi |
River wish he hadn’t taken it on fish |
He spoke, cats flipped |
The Naz never did nothing friendly |
He made it, he laid it |
Check this out, some of us trying not to be the leaders |
Naz did that, Naz said we might as well all go at the same vibration |
The Naz said one thing to find out does the crowd, to Naz ever though he answers |
The Naz said, «Please,. |
Glory, hallelujah» |