Pitch - Funk lyrics

FUNK Did you say funk? Well listen... (Verse 1) Some like it hot, some like it cold Some like it served many many years old Some like it on the floor, some in the car A DJ on his table, a waiter behind his bar Some like to have it in the heat of the party Some love to have it with their morning exercises Some like it best when they're in a little group Some need it when they're in the kitchen making soup It's wonky honky and it's funky It's a joint for the jazzy jam junky Funky bars for the melody monkey A little room of joys behind a door with its own key Everybody likes it a little differently Everybody takes it very personally Some hide it and some flaunt it But everybody wants it...huh... (CHORUS) When I'm feeling down / Or feel that I've not found Some rhythmn in my life / To ride me through the strife I let it flow through me / I feel it deep in me An everlasting rhythmn / And an everlasting beat And I feel it... I feel it in me I feel it... the funk is in me And I want it... I want it in me I want it... the funk within me (BRIDGE) The word is on the street A little bit of fire and I smell the heat And if you've got dead feet, you better stand up fast and get fleet Because no slackers rock to my beat 2x Ah break it down (INTERLUDE) Funk is not junk Huh, so tell me: Do you want a chunk Of my funk?.... haha.... (Verse 2) How do you like it? How should I serve it? Don't beg for it cause I know you deserve it It's your style, your flow, it's the way that you glow The magic that you show me, follow me when I row Ho, row row row your boat Gently gently down the stream Don't shiver when the river quivers in your dream Taking my time with no hurry or worry I approach the mike and stand in all my glory And then in funk time I caress the mike and whisper Softly so to cool her down, sometimes I even kiss her I miss her when I'm in the world of men Chasing salary, a naira rain that dries my pen Funk friends, funk me up tonight with a charge Of hot funk, cause tonight, yes, the funk's at large It's a fantasy world, where the fantasy swirls Where my fantasies are wasted on the fantasy girls Never mind all the hypocritical comformity Everybody has a little window for their energy Enjoy it, employ it to maximise your pleasure And then destroy it It's art, a sweet tart A deep part of every new start... huh (CHORUS) When I'm feeling down / Or feel that I've not found Some rhythmn in my life / To ride me through the strife I let it flow through me / I feel it deep in me An everlasting rhythmn / And an everlasting beat And I feel it... I feel it in me I feel it... the funk is in me And I want it... I want it in me I want it... the funk within me (BRIDGE) The word is on the street A little bit of fire and I smell the heat And if you've got dead feet, you better stand up fast and get fleet Because no slackers rock to my beat 2x Ah break it down (INTERLUDE) Yeah, cause I'm the funk monk And funk is not junk So come on, come and take a large chunk Of my funk... Drunk on funk... hahahah...