Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fun In Funk, artist - Pigeons Playing Ping Pong. Album song Pizazz, in the genre Фанк
Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Record label: Pigeons Playing Ping Pong
Song language: English
Fun In Funk |
You done caught me on the flipside |
Knocked my train off course with the force of your eye |
I could give you a brisk ride |
Not your average toast, wanna hold your soul tight |
Fell through it in a hot flash |
Finally found the stones, you control the cold cash |
Ain’t a feeling you can describe |
But I’m hooked on the sauce and the course is so fine |
At least that’s what I’m told |
We put the fun in funk |
It’s stanky like a skunk |
We put the fun in funk |
You take a dime sack of dank in the back of a cadillac |
Fun in funk, then blow it out your trunk |
We put the fun in funk |
Our shit is never bunk |
You won’t find me on the sideline |
I’m your player coach, with the cold tribe |
Trading boogies with the misfire |
Raindrops fade to pouring chords of soulshine |
Burning rubber on the hot trail |
I’ve got locked on all fours, and I’m going full tilt |
Screaming vision from a cliffside |
And I’ve got full support of the forces on high |
At least that’s what I’m told |
We put the fun in funk |
It’s stanky like a skunk |
We put the fun in funk |
You take a dime sack of dank in the back of a cadillac |
Fun in funk, then blow it out your trunk |
We put the fun in funk |
Our shit is never bunk |
Damn baby you’re so funky |
And hey baby fore' you go |
Slip slidin', damn she’s somethin' |
And hey, baby what’s the rush? |
Damn baby you’re so funky (Your time has come and gone) |
And hey baby fore' you go (Up in smoke) |
Damn baby, if you’re my lady are you going |
(Up in smoke) |
We put the fun in funk |
It’s stanky like a skunk |
We put the fun in funk |
You take a dime sack of dank in the back of a Cadillac |
Fun in funk, and blow it out your trunk |
We put the fun in funk, Ooh yeah |
We put the fun in funk |
It’s stanky like a skunk |
We put the fun in funk |
You take a dime sack of dank in the back of a Cadillac |
Fun in funk, and blow it out your trunk |
We put the fun in funk |
Our shit is never bunk |