[Intro]
And the flag was still there
Waving on while we dance...
Boosting the bass volume to a deaf range
Crackin' a bottle of champagne
They exchanged lyrical gratifications verbalized in the form of a toast
[Chorus]
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law (Yoo-ho!)
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law (Ain't nothin' but a party)
Yeah, we're used to funkin' after hours (Check!)
[Verse 1: George Clinton]
"Funk is dead," is what they said
While sittin' 'round cheatin' at pool—smooth
Bags baggin' and they weren't braggin'
To tell the truth, they were lookin' real cool
They were choked up tight in their white-on-white
Cocoa brown fronts were down
They wore candy-striped ties hangin' down to their flies
Sported gold dust crowns
[Chorus]
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
Yeah, we're used to funkin' after hours
[Verse 2: Anthony Kiedis]
Before I shrivel up and die
Let me tell you a little story 'bout the FBI
The CIA, LAPD of the USA
Ask 'em why I list 'em
Talkin' 'bout that system
Let us take a look and see what's up today
They're takin' away the rights from the people, that's wrong
What did King say, "Can't we get along?"
Beat down by the man whose check he paid
Stacey Koons was just a drop
In the bucket full of wicked cops
No fire hose could wash that blood away
[Bass Solo: Flea]
[Verse 3: George Clinton]
It was the fifteenth frame of a straight pool game
And they all stood diggin' the play
With an idle shrug, they suddenly dug a strange cat movin' their way
He was a medium-built cat with a funny type hat
Looked about five years old
He wore a messed up vibe, he needed a shine
He shivered as if he was cold
Ah, but to all the other guys, they surmised
The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky
But the well-trained eyes of how the mothership flies
You could tell the sucker was funky
Homeboy grinned as the dude moved in
Askin' had they seen the doc
They said they hadn't seen him but heard he was fiendin'
He had went to the studio to cop
Ah, but if you got eyes coppin' size
I can cop the P, I'm in the flow
LP's, CD's, cassettes and 8-tracks
All good to go
But you got to post bail, my man's wholesale
He's the only connect I know
"Flash me some bread," the brother said
"Freeze here while I go score"
"Well I got the bread but I'm leary," he said
"I'm playin' with the big band you know"
Homie had plans to burn the man
To take his money and blow
But then he hesitated
Ah, cuz he had underestimated
Now he's got to do the real show (Ho!)
He said, "I can cop a piece on a small-time lease
You don't have to put up no ends
Find you a stump to fit your rump
I'll show back in ten"
Ah, but as the brother stepped off, up crept another brother
"Yo, grab yourself a stick"
Said the little man, "I'm not a throw off, worse yet I'm a show-off"
As he chalked and broke the balls with his dick
Runnin' the three, the five, the seven, and twelve
Blood said "Yo mama" and the fifteen fell
With combinations of English and bankin'
He cued up to break rack three (Yo!)
Lookin' over his bridge past the ball to the figure near the wall
Strokin' his stick, sayin', "Hold my thing while I go P"
[Chorus]
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
Yeah, we're used to funkin' after hours
[Verse 4: George Clinton]
Taking the cue from the man in view
He followed him into out of sight
Whereupon he paused or rather he stopped
Pressin' the Rewind then Play on the beatbox
The funk was a phony, a fake, and a fraud
Bootleg copies to boot
Not funk with a P on it but funk with a 3 on it
Now comes the time to salute
He says, "Here's to beggin', duplicatin', and bootleggin'
Here's to the funk on which I'm high"
The man made a pass, flashed a gold-colored badge
And said, "Here's to 'I'm the FBI'!"
Homeboy grinned as he said, "My friend
You want to make an example out of me?
'Cause I stole a little funk and I sold a little bunk funk
Some pervert rapes your daughter and goes free"
The man said with a grin, "That's not why you lose and I win
If you're gonna steal the funk, steal the motherfunkin' P!"
[Chorus]
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
Yeah, we're used to funkin' after hours
