paroles de chanson Funkadelic Relic - LL Cool J
[Chorus:
LL
Cool
J]
Yeah,
(bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
Yeah,
and
its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
Yeah,
and
its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
[LL
Cool
J]
James
Todd
Smith
and
nine
years
old
When
+Sugarhill+
was
in
control
I'm
listenin'
to
cold-crushed
tapes
to
get
sold
I
set
my
demo
in
a
silvia-treated
me
cold
Time
flew
cause
I
was
gettin'
my
shit
off
Sixteen-now
it's
about
the
time
to
set
my
first
hit
off
("I
Need
A
Beat")
+I
Need
A
Beat+,
it
was
a
smash
on
the
DL
But
everytime
I
did
a
show
my
name
was
mispelled
+Can't
Live
Without
My
Radio+
drops
I'm
kickin'
down
the
door-crushed
cool
box
+Rockin'
the
bells+
like
a
madman
Dissin',
event-flippin'
the
script-but
then
I
made
my
first?
50,
000
All
I
wanted
was
a
pencil,
a
little
gold
A
little
money
in
my
pocket
and
a
Phillie
to
roll
I'm
makin'
records,
now
alla
the
girls
are
on
my
tip
I'm
sleepin'
late,
no
money
damn,
I'm
late
for
school,
SHIT!
[Chorus:
LL
Cool
J]
("Todd,
get
upstairs
and
take
out
that
garbage")
And
its
the
funkadelic
relic
Yeah,
(bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
And
its
the
funkadelic
relic
Yeah,
(bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
Its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
[LL
Cool
J]
I
wasn't
tryin'
to
hear
it
cause
I'm
bad
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room,
I
pick
up
a
pen
and
start
to
get
mad
+I
Need
Love+,
that
means
I
need
a
girl
to
love
me
down
I
dropped
the
pretty
style
cause
rap
was
gettin'
ugly
I
waited
a
year
for
the
results,
I'm
triple
platinum
We
know
the
presidents
are
flowin'
by
who's
sackin'
them
+I'm
that
type
of
guy+
when
poppa
wasn't
happy
with
it
Trippin'
them
up,
that
was
my
style,
but
everybody
bit
it
Yo
Marley,
hit
the
remix,
make
it
fresh
with
flavour
Another
power
move,
I'll
switch
my
hat,
the
shit
is
major
Puttin'
out
+Till
Da
Break
Of
Dawn+,
tell
me
what
sucker?
Cops
harass
me
+Illegal
Search+
motherfucker
I'm
just
a
brother
makin'
jams
now
I
got
a
name
I
still
remember
chillin'
with
my
pistol
on
the
train
I'm
sayin'
two
to
this
I'm
representin'
hip-hop
Admit
that
I'm
the
man,
its
time
for
me
to
get
my
props
[Chorus:
LL
Cool
J]
Yeah,
and
its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
Yeah,
and
its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
Yeah,
I'm
the
funkadelic
relic
Yeah,
(bring
in
the
funk
(uh)
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
Come
on
man!
[LL
Cool
J]
+Mama
Said
To
Knock
'Em
Out+
I
knocked
'em
out
the
box
I
got
a
rhyme
to
wake,
you're
sloppin'
up
and
down
the
blocks
There
never
was
a
time
when
I
was
down
to
meetin'
by
myself
When
all
the
punks
on
top
of
everybody
else,
but
In
'92
and
'93
I'm
makin'
history
The
largest
motherfuckin'
street,
that
ain't
no
mystery
The
baddest
rapper
ever
born,
you
think
I'm
crazy?
I
heard
your
albums'
kinda
warm,
that
shit
don't
phase
me
I'm
too
rough,
too
rugged,
now
that
doesn't
sound
so
easy
does
it
Thought
I
was
+Going
Back
To
Cali+
where
I
knew
I
wasn't
I
sent
a
+Murdergram+,
solo
in
a
black
van
I'm
claimin'
knuckle
game,
stomp
you
with
my
Timberland
+Mr.
Goodbar+
lickin'
all
the
rough
stuff
I'm
kickin'
down
your
door
with
condoms
in
a
rudder-put
You
wanna
find
me
come
to
+Farmers
Boulevard+
And
you
can
hear
me
eat
them
up,
just
ask
for
Todd
[Chorus:
LL
Cool
J]
Uh,
and
I'm
the
funkadelic
relic
Yeah,
I'm
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
Yeah,
and
its
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
Yeah,
I'm
the
funkadelic
relic
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it,
uh)
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk)
(Bring
in
the
funk
baby,
bring
it
in,
bring
it)
1 How I'm Comin'
2 Buckin' Em Down
3 Stand By Your Man
4 A Little Somethin'
5 Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings
6 Straight from Queens
7 Funkadelic Relic
8 All We Got Left Is the Beat
9 (NFA) No Frontin' Allowed
10 Back Seat
11 Soul Survivor
12 Ain't No Stoppin' This
13 Diggy Down
14 Crossroads
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