Текст песни Five Minutes of Funk (Re-Recorded) - Whodini
Now
the
party
didn't
start
till
I
walked
in
And
I
probably
won't
leave
until
the
thing
ends
But
in
the
mean
time,
the
in
between
time
If
you
work
your
thing,
then
I'll
work
mine
We
came
here
together
so
we
could
have
fun
Me
and
you
baby,
goin
one
on
one
Now
this
is
the
last
chance
for
us
to
get
off
So
either
get
loose,
or
you
aught
to
get
lost
Cause
I'm
just
about
ready
to
do
my
thing
Cause
I'm
the
stone
cold,
New
York,
Rap
Machine
I'm
'a
give
you
what
I
got,
and
baby
that's
plenty
You'll
never
have
one
that
rocks
so
many
I'm
'a
make
you
wet
and
make
you
sweat
Just
to
see
how
funky
you
can
get
Now
when
I'm
on
the
mic,
I
do
serve
well
And
I
go
by
the
name
of
the
Rapper
Jalil
*Four
minutes
left*
Now
sit
back,
relax,
put
on
your
head
gear
Get
ready
for
a
trip
through
the
Atmosphere
Gonna
take
you
for
a
ride
through
the
Twighlight
Zone
I
don't
need
a
space
ship,
I
use
my
microphone
So
hold
on
tight,
with
all
your
might
Cause
Ill
be
rappin
like
this
for
the
rest
of
the
night
Its
Jalil
y'all,
your
master
rapper
And
when
I'm
on
the
mic
its
a
sheer
disaster
Cause
MC's
crumble
when
we
rumble
Some
think
I'm
soft
just
because
I'm
humble
So
all
you
MC's,
I
hope
you're
real
good
listeners
Cause
in
this
battle,
I'm
takin
no
prisoners
I'm
slayin
MC's
right
on
the
spot
Cause
I'm
the
the
master
of
the
Rap,
the
doctor
of
the
Rock
The
Jack
of
all
Trades,
The
Master
of
One
And
the
thing
I'm
at,
is
called
havin
fun
We
got
three
minutes
left
to
rock
this
funk
To
separate
the
good
stuff
from
the
junk,
so
Get
in
the
groove,
and
feel
the
sound
And
once
you're
inside,
spread
yourself
around
From
the
bottom
to
the
top,
the
top
to
the
bottom
Come
on
Master
Dee,
get
funky
while
we
got
em
*Three
minutes
left*
Me
and
my
partner,
from
the
start
We
usually
get
together,
after
dark
Sometimes
to
rap,
Sometimes
to
sing
In
the
Summer
or
the
Winter
cause
it
ain't
no
thing
And
ever
since
I
first
came
round
Side
by
Side,
We'd
throw
down
We
came
here
to
this
here
place
To
serve
you
all
right
to
your
face
Because
this
jam
here
is
our
show
stopper
We
didn't
want
to
do
it
but
I
guess
we
gotta
We're
the
men
of
the
hour,
makin
the
ladies
scream
and
holler
To
hot
to
trot,
To
sweet
to
be
sour
I'm
gonna
set
the
record
straight
And
I
hope
that
it
is
not
too
late
If
you
want
the
best,
I
won't
settle
for
less
Put
your
money
on
me,
I'm
your
best
bet
Come
on,
One
for
the
treble
Two
for
the
Bass
Three
for
the
ladies
Four
for
the
plaid
Five,
minutes
of
funk,
this
ain't
no
junk
So
pull
your
bottom,
off
the
tree
stump
Ladies
real
pretty,
from
city
to
city
But
now
we're
gettin
down
to
the
nitty
gritty
From
the
bottom
to
the
top,
the
top
to
the
bottom
I'm
gonna
rock
em,
while
I
still
got
em
Our
rappin
shower
has
style
and
power
And
this,
is
our
disco
hour
I
don't
know
what
all
of
you
have
heard
So
its
up
to
me
to
spread
the
word
About
the
man
that
we
feel
has
got
to
be
real
Our
crowned
Prince
on
the
wheels
of
steel
He
goes
by
the
name
of
Grandmaster
Dee
So
if
its
alright
with
you,
its
alright
with
me
We
gonna
rock
you
people's
minds
with
ease
With
some
help
from
the
Maestro,
if
you
please
*One
minute
left*
*Im
sorry,
your
five
minutes
are
up,
Please
begin
your
ending,
or
your
volume
Will
be
terminated*
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