George Clinton - Bop Gun (One Nation) lyrics

So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it Can't get over it Ready or not here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in Nineteen ninety three much more be ounce Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce Not just knee deep jeep fulla' smog Atomic dog Like your behind heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama? 'cause nothin' but did her damn boogie with my crew But I'd rather be with you, boo And make you say humdrum, Tweedledee dumb Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, f**in' hicks One nation under a groove gettin' down for the funk of it Tear the roof of this mother like we did last night son And hit you with the bop gun Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got Wish you all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin' down for the one which we believe in [Chorus] One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin' with our toys M-1, 'cause everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get (whistle) when I'm chillin' The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best Comin' from the west Kickin' them hits We occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin' them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate Now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say "Do that stuff! Aw do that Stuff!" But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun [Chorus: x2] Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo girl go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got Dayton's on the mother ship And you can ring my bell if you need me to pa** The doja on the left hand side for the sale 'cause nobody knows where the nose goes When the ? dog child got the Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole A flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun Ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in [Chorus: x2]