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

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