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"Una menos carajo!" I said bone-crunching mayhem funk Let me caroon you a tune, it's called the Brother's cup. Cos we the Red Hot Chili Peppers It'll rock your spine, and ruffle your feathers. So don't get me pissed, just spin my disk Every night, every day, I want my radio played.

I said bone-crunching mayhem funk Let me caroon you a tune, it's called the Get up and Jump Cause we're the Red Hot Chili Peppers It'll rock your spine, and ruffle your feathers. So don't get me pissed, just spin my disk Every night, every day, I want my radio played.

"Um Chucka Willy from a coconut grove he was a mean mother fucker you could tell by his clothes. Black leather jacket and a hairy ass, between his legs was a pound of grass. Lined 100 women against the wall, swore to god he could fuck em all. Fucked 98 til his balls turned blue, took a shot of whiskey and fucked the other 2. When he died, he went to hell. Fucked the devil and his wife as well. On his tomb stone written in green was "Um Chucka Willy was a fuckin machine". " 8===O

Why do you do what you do I do what I want to do who said you could do what you do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do what I want to do funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Hey you mister interview I don't have to answer you this is what I grew into don't judge me and my soul stew cause funk is my attitude funk is my attitude funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Barriers of race in the media take place tellin'you there is no room for what you do, don't budge there's no groove to your gloom who made you the judge always room for funky tunes and yes I funk it up Funky boy meets a funky girl make it funky, baby cause the funk is crazy Why do you do what you do I do what I want to do who said you could do what you do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do ...

Somebody say 'Ho' (Ho) Say 'Ho, Ho' (Ho, Ho) Now somebody, anybody, everybody scream (Scream) Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you're not a square from Delaware And you got on clean underwear And your momma ain't on welfare Somebody say 'Oh, yeah' (Oh, yeah) Oh, yeah! (Oh, yeah) Well DJ's spinning on the wheels of steel Like it ain't no thing, 'cause he is for real He's cuttin' the jams with a wave of his hand And it sounds so fresh it'll make you stand You hear the highs in your eyes, the bass in your face This super DJ can rock the place You hear bass, highs, tremblin' tones He can even cut the jams without the headphones Well [Stick Rick] is rockin' to the break of day [Makin'] all the fly girls that wanna give me a play Now if your DJ rocks to the break of day Let me hear you say 'DJ' (DJ) DJ (DJ) We're gonna rock to the break of day Say 'Keep on r...