You Got It

Baby, take it off for Jo Jo

Baby, take it off for mister Dial

(Baby, you got it)

Baby take it off for KC

(Baby, you got it)

Girl, get it off for me

(Baby, you got it)

Baby, take it off, take it off

(Baby, you got it)

Can you make me hard 'cause I'm soft

So, baby, take it off, take it off

Your body had me pull back the trigger, red man

Here comes the stick up, pick up, pick up

Comin' from Jersey my brain was spliffed up

Before that damn picked up

That funkadelic two oh one super pandemic

Is there another?

I make condoms run for cover

Hey yo, you wanna have an orgy y'all

Let's see y'all

I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba

Stop if ya guard extra large

Better keep my guns tight

For my Jimmy in case my bullets have to take flight

I'm cooler than gang

When I rock hits, kick raps in vain

Place boxed up so keep ya clocks up

Ya damn skippy I rap on Jodeci tracks

Their records platinum, so next year my records sell like that then

I don't wanna be rude, babe

But you really turn me on

I don't wanna be cool, baby

If I told you what I want

The way you groove is so fly

And I won't front

If you take off your clothes, baby

That's all that I really want

Let me see it

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You've got more than what it takes, baby

To make your inner ghetto V eight drop

So when you wanna take it off

Please, girl, don't you stop

Thirty six, twenty four

Your waist like a hydraulic car

When you wanna drop it girl

We can go very far, oh

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Baby, you got it

Yeah, you look so good

Sure, you look so fine

Baby, you got it

Don't stop, no, no, no, no

Baby, you got it

Keep it goin', baby

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The rap funkadelic, your rap man

When I tear the frame out, I feel ok now

My style is way out, spaced out

You wanna taste now because me name out

Who's the Funkadelic?

Ayo, G, it's me stylin' and hella

And drop ya drawers for the cause if ya felt it

And if you feel good, honey, dip

Now drop your drawers quick

I see you, there's that tattoo I G'd you

A small world, I fucked a bunch black, fat

Smoke a Marlboro

When I shock towns like third belt

Now pardon my French

I aint' with the bull that pulled on Tyson

I got my ghetto license and I'm drivin'

The homies dive in when the girl take off her size tens

Woots, there it is

That's what I mean with the tag team

Then just like that ninety five  south when you look out

And then next year maybe I show her that ya played out

Red man from that new '94

From the hood drop

Got mad skills that cop feels

Plus my crew still good

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