Let's Take It To The Stage Lyrics
| Song | Let's Take It To The Stage |
| Artist | Funkadelic |
| Album | Let's Take It To The Stage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clinton, Collins, Shider | |
| Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards} | |
| Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker | |
| Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! | |
| Doin' it to the max | |
| Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? | |
| Laughin' atcha | |
| Let me tighten it up | |
| Get it on | |
| Yeah | |
| Everybody funking and don't know how | |
| They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow | |
| He funked her so hard they saw some smoke | |
| He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks | |
| Laughin' at ya (ha!) | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| Chorus: | |
| (sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Say it loud!) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (I'm funky and I'm proud) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back | |
| (Talking 'bout you the Godfather) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Godmother!) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (Grandfather! Heh!) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| (Fool and the Gang!) | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (They call us the funk mob!) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Dig!) | |
| (Get it on) | |
| Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC | |
| Along came a spider, slid down beside her | |
| Said: what's in the bag bitch | |
| She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! | |
| (Hey Fool and the Gang!) | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| (Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) | |
| Motherfunk you | |
| Hit it! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (Good god!) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (Earth, hot air, and no fire) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (They call us the funk mob) | |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (In your loose booty) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Ha! Dig) | |
| Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? | |
| Let's take it higher | |
| Hey Sloofus...tell us something good | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| (Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) | |
| " " New type thing (New type thing) | |
| " " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) | |
| Ha! | |
| Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! | |
| Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) | |
| Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (Get it!) | |
| (Hey Sloofus!) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| (Tell us something good) | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (Let's take it to the stage) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Funk used to be a bad word!) | |
| (Hey where's the godfather at?) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| (Now everybody trying to get down) | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (Ha, ha, ha!) | |
| (On the one!) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| (Information being on those tapes) | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| (An ounce of that p-blow!) | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| (Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| (They call us the funk mob) | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| ('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) | |
| (Let's take it to the stage, y'all) | |
| (Hit it) |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Collins, Shider | |
| Hiya! " oh yeah" played backwards | |
| Hey Sloofus, yeah! tell us something good, let' s take it to the stage, sucker | |
| Have no fear, get it on! MacFunk is here. Ha! | |
| Doin' it to the max | |
| Slick Brick! How' s your loose booty? | |
| Laughin' atcha | |
| Let me tighten it up | |
| Get it on | |
| Yeah | |
| Everybody funking and don' t know how | |
| They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow | |
| He funked her so hard they saw some smoke | |
| He said, let' s get in the bed and funk like folks | |
| Laughin' at ya ha! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| Chorus: | |
| sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Say it loud! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| I' m funky and I' m proud | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back | |
| Talking ' bout you the Godfather | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Godmother! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Grandfather! Heh! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| Fool and the Gang! | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| They call us the funk mob! | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Dig! | |
| Get it on | |
| Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC | |
| Along came a spider, slid down beside her | |
| Said: what' s in the bag bitch | |
| She said I' m laughin' at ya, ha, ha! | |
| Hey Fool and the Gang! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| Let' s get it on! Let' s take it to the stage | |
| Motherfunk you | |
| Hit it! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Good god! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Earth, hot air, and no fire | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| They call us the funk mob | |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| In your loose booty | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Ha! Dig | |
| Slick and the family brick... whatcha you doing? | |
| Let' s take it higher | |
| Hey Sloofus... tell us something good | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| Laaaallala, lalalala Those Crazios Crazios! | |
| " " New type thing New type thing | |
| " " Brand new funk Brand new funk | |
| Ha! | |
| Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! | |
| Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud doing it to death! | |
| Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud ha ha ha! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Get it! | |
| Hey Sloofus! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| Tell us something good | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Let' s take it to the stage | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word! | |
| Hey where' s the godfather at? | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| Now everybody trying to get down | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Tell him, when in doubt, vamp! | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Ha, ha, ha! | |
| On the one! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Tricky Dick wasn' t worried about no incriminating Watergate | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| Information being on those tapes | |
| And I sat back. | |
| That sucker didn' t want y' all to dig on him trying to cop | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| An ounce of that pblow! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Now he' s alaughin' at you... yeah | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| They call us the funk mob | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| ' Cuz they funky in the White House too. | |
| Let' s take it to the stage, y' all | |
| Hit it |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Collins, Shider | |
| Hiya! " oh yeah" played backwards | |
| Hey Sloofus, yeah! tell us something good, let' s take it to the stage, sucker | |
| Have no fear, get it on! MacFunk is here. Ha! | |
| Doin' it to the max | |
| Slick Brick! How' s your loose booty? | |
| Laughin' atcha | |
| Let me tighten it up | |
| Get it on | |
| Yeah | |
| Everybody funking and don' t know how | |
| They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow | |
| He funked her so hard they saw some smoke | |
| He said, let' s get in the bed and funk like folks | |
| Laughin' at ya ha! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| Chorus: | |
| sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Say it loud! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| I' m funky and I' m proud | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back | |
| Talking ' bout you the Godfather | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Godmother! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Grandfather! Heh! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| Fool and the Gang! | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| They call us the funk mob! | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Dig! | |
| Get it on | |
| Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC | |
| Along came a spider, slid down beside her | |
| Said: what' s in the bag bitch | |
| She said I' m laughin' at ya, ha, ha! | |
| Hey Fool and the Gang! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word | |
| Let' s get it on! Let' s take it to the stage | |
| Motherfunk you | |
| Hit it! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Good god! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Earth, hot air, and no fire | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| They call us the funk mob | |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| In your loose booty | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Ha! Dig | |
| Slick and the family brick... whatcha you doing? | |
| Let' s take it higher | |
| Hey Sloofus... tell us something good | |
| Ha ha ha! | |
| Laaaallala, lalalala Those Crazios Crazios! | |
| " " New type thing New type thing | |
| " " Brand new funk Brand new funk | |
| Ha! | |
| Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! | |
| Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud doing it to death! | |
| Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud ha ha ha! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Get it! | |
| Hey Sloofus! | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| Tell us something good | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Let' s take it to the stage | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Funk used to be a bad word! | |
| Hey where' s the godfather at? | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| Now everybody trying to get down | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| Tell him, when in doubt, vamp! | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| Ha, ha, ha! | |
| On the one! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Tricky Dick wasn' t worried about no incriminating Watergate | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| Information being on those tapes | |
| And I sat back. | |
| That sucker didn' t want y' all to dig on him trying to cop | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| An ounce of that pblow! | |
| Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
| Now he' s alaughin' at you... yeah | |
| Finger on the trigger | |
| My eyes on a hog | |
| And I sat back. | |
| They call us the funk mob | |
| Laughin atcha! | |
| ' Cuz they funky in the White House too. | |
| Let' s take it to the stage, y' all | |
| Hit it |
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