Tonight’s Da Nite (Remix)

[Intro]

Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?

Word is bond, word is me

Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and

Check it out, whatcha want and

Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang

Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy

[Verse 1]

Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks

I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks

So all my niggas up your fuckin' jammies let me hear ya lick 'em

*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO

Come back in to fatten to funky tracks

Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back

'Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit

I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany

Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit

Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit

Don't believe me? Why your pussy breathin' hard and on tilt, bitch?

Your clitoris, danglin' from my cock, I don't feel shit

So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy

I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis

Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups

Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth

'Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite

The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right

I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight

'Cause that's the way the knotty-headed niggas rollin' right

Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with

I ran through more niggas than any kid that was adopted

Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick 'cause it's stock which

Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch

HOOAHH...So on and on and let me kick the wrath

That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass

[Chorus]

("I can't wait to get it on")

("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'")

On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang

("I can't wait to get it on")

("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'")

On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang

("I can't wait to get it on")

("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'")

Come on with the slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang

("I can't wait to get it on")

("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'")

Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant

[Verse 2]

You wanna see me get cool

The original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys

Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys

Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body

Fuck Fonzie, Potsie, I bring Sad Days to niggas constant...ly!

Freak Funkadelic phrases 'cause I choose to

I'm fuckin' Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'fufu

Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets

Plus I'm rollin' blunts with niggas ashes

Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper

I deserve an Oscar for pullin' Glocks out niggas mouths 'cause

I kill like that, plus I roll like that

I'm that guy with cerebral palsy, even Bo knows that

But FUCK THAT, we jumped in the new Runner to get some ganja

Goin' Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out

Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute

The loo-pay, rank near my knots to rock the block

Hittin' niggas upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock

Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin' in unity

Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on

[Outro]

Throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you haven't been fucked by the Soopaman Luva

Let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes!)

Come on, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes)

Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant

Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats

Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks

Kick the mad wicked, Bricks to stick it

Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it

She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass

And lickin' ya down to your clitoris

Do you remember this, bitch? I know you're kinda hearin' this

Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked

Funkadelic runs the mad train up your anus!

Baby, 'cause I'm famous!

Nope, I didn't mean that

The mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that

I'm on team strapped, sports a bean hat

Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gon' mean that

Ah-ha, uh-huh

("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump")

("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump")