Martial Law Lyrics
| Song | Martial Law |
| Artist | George Clinton |
| Album | Hey Man, Smell My Finger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 (repeat) | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 summized | |
| The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky | |
| But the well-trained eyes of how the mother ship 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 | |
| Homey 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 | |
| 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 sure 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 | |
| Taking the cue from the man in view | |
| He followed him into out of sight | |
| Where upon he paused or rather he stopped | |
| Pressin' the rewind then play on the beat box | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 |
| 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 repeat | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 summized | |
| The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky | |
| But the welltrained eyes of how the mother ship 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 8tracks 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 | |
| Homey 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 | |
| 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 sure 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 showoff | |
| 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 | |
| Taking the cue from the man in view | |
| He followed him into out of sight | |
| Where upon he paused or rather he stopped | |
| Pressin' the rewind then play on the beat box | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 |
| 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 repeat | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 summized | |
| The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky | |
| But the welltrained eyes of how the mother ship 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 8tracks 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 | |
| Homey 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 | |
| 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 sure 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 showoff | |
| 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 | |
| Taking the cue from the man in view | |
| He followed him into out of sight | |
| Where upon he paused or rather he stopped | |
| Pressin' the rewind then play on the beat box | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 |
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