Whodini - Five Minutes Of Funk Lyrics
{Five minutes of funk}Now the party didn't start till I walked inAn' I probably won't leave until the thing endsBut in the mean time, the in between timeIf you work your thing, then I'll work mineWe came here together so we could have funMe an' you, baby, goin' one on oneNow this is the last chance for us to get offSo either get loose, or you ought to get lost'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing'Cause I'm the stone cold, New York rap machineI'ma give you what I got an' baby, that's plentyAn' never has one man rocked so manyIm'a make you wet an' make you sweatJust to see how funky you can getNow, when I'm on the mic, I do serve wellAn' I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil{Four minutes left}Now sit back, relax, put on your head gearGet ready for a trip through the atmosphereGonna take you for a ride through the Twilight ZoneI don't need a space ship, I use my microphoneSo hold on tight, with all your might'Cause I'll be rappin' like this for the rest of the nightIt's Jalil, y'all, your master rapperAn' when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster'Cause MCs crumble when we rumbleSome think I'm soft just because I'm humbleSo all you MCs, I hope you're real good listeners'Cause in this battle, I'm takin' no prisonersI'm slayin' MCs right on the spot'Cause I'm the the master of the rap, the doctor of the rockThe 'Jack of all trades', the master of oneAn' the thing I'm at is called havin' funWe got three minutes left to rock this funkTo separate the good stuff from the junkSo get in the groove an' feel the soundAn' once you're inside, spread yourself aroundFrom the bottom to the top, the top to the bottomCome on, Master Dee, get funky while we got 'em{Three minutes left}Me an' my partner, from the startWe usually get together, after darkSometimes to rap, sometimes to singIn the summer or the winter 'cause it ain't no thingAn' ever since I first came roundSide by side, we'd throw downWe came here to this here placeTo serve you all right to your faceBecause this jam here is our show stopperWe didn't wanna do it but I guess we gottaWe're the men of the hour, makin' the ladies scream an' hollerToo hot to trot, too sweet to be sourI'm gonna set the record straightAn' I hope that it is not too lateIf you want the best, I wont settle for lessPut your money on me, I'm your best betCome on, one for the trebleTwo for the bassThree for the ladiesFour for the plaidFive, minutes of funk, this ain't no junkSo pull your bottom, off the tree stumpLadies real pretty, city to cityBut now we're gettin' down to the nitty grittyFrom the bottom to the top, top to the bottomI'm gonna rock 'em, while I still got 'emOur rappin' shower has style an' powerAn' this is our disco hourI dunno if all of you have heardSo it's up to me to spread the wordAbout the man that we feel has got to be realOur crowned Prince on the wheels of steelHe goes by the name of Grandmaster DeeSo if it's alright with you, it's alright with meWe gonna rock you people's minds with easeWith some help from the Maestro, if you please{One minute left}{I'm sorry, your five minutes are upPlease begin your endingOr your volume will be interrupted}
