Letras
Everybody funking
Everybody funking
Everybody funking
You know how
I think it's time for pop, wow
It's a party on plastic
It's a war, wow
'Cause the king is here
Boojilla's back
He slams like a cheers
Which is fucker to your chores
He's a place place guy
Run his ass to his arm
I've always been gone for a while
He's back to do justice
Funk and just stop
What's Bootsy doing?
Shake that floppy disk
Shake that floppy disk
Turn your radios up
Don't you wanna party with us?
We party harty when we party
Oh, you can run but you can't hide
There is no hiding place
I want all you so-called bad mothers
To just get outta my face (yo)
But if you feel the groove
You can go ahead and move
And shake your body down
I want you to know that I'm back
And ah, don't ever send a mouse
To the job of a rat, baby
(Turn your radios up) turn it up
'Cause when we party, we party real tough
It ain't nothing but a party, baby
(Turn your radios up) you got to turn it up
'Cause when we party, it gets real rough
This is your party on plastic
This is your party on plastic
And it's super groovelastic
This is your party on plastic
And it's fantastic, baby! (Yo)
This is your party on plastic
And it's super groovelastic
This is your party on plastic
Oh, oh, oh, excuse me (excuse me)
I want to party
Do you want to party?
(Get up on this!)
I wanna play
I wanna pull some string today
Do you want me to play?
(Yeah, play it, Bootsy!)
I'm gettin' ready to blow you away
Hit me now
Duh, duh-duh