| Everybody’s dancin' on the Funk
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| If u really want to feel the vibe we give
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| Why don’t u come on and jump up to the Funk baby. |
| Hit me!
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| Bad boy, bad boy, What u gonna do when he plays for u?
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| Bad boy, bad boy, droppin' the bomb notes while he’s lookin' cool.
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| Bad boy, bad boy, what u gonna say when he hits the stage baby?
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| Watch out baby he’s bassin' up the place.
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| Fresh out of «P"baby, University and it’s all elementary baby.
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| (Chorus)
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| What crime is it y’all?
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| What crime is it y’all?
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| What it be like?
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| What crime is it y’all?
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| Oh, I can’t get enough of that sugar crisp, get funky Vic, get funky Vic.
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| I can’t get enough of that sugar crisp.
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| How much is that muscle in the window baby?
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| Just let your fingers do the funkin' baby. |
| It’s Vic-A-Roonies baby.
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| «Hey Vic won’t u turn that mutha up, u mutha.
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| That’s what crime it is. |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| Sometimes I feel like shackles on my feet
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| and handcuffs on my hands
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| 'cause I wanna make u dance.
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| Is it illegal to have a good time with u?
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| While the sky’s still blue
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| And the boogie’s in my move.
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| Let’s funk it up Vic so the party people can dance.
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| Shake shake, shake in your pants
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| And everybody gets a chance.
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| Yeah, 'cause that’s what crime it is.
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| What it be like? |
| What we roll like?
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| It’s not illegal to commit this crime
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| But if’n u wanna hear me y’all say, «One more time.»
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| It’s not illegal to commit this crime.
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| I know that y’all can feel me u say, «One more time»
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| Vic, yeah, won’t u come here quick and play me some of that lickin' stick baby.
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| What crime is it? |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| What crime is it? |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| What crime is it? |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| What crime is it? |
| That’s what crime it is.
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| Ah, play on Victor, yeah baby, U got the crime, U got the dime, I ain’t got no
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| mind.
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| Yeah, it’s all blown out baby! |