Funkadelic Future - 32 bit guy

Who, ho, oo, oo, oo, oh, oh, oh, huh Who, ho, oo, oo, oo, oh, hey ho, ah, ho, oh Something about the music, she always makes me dance Something about the music, she always makes me dance She turns me on and on, and all about She was a freak, never missin' a beat, yeah She was a freak, boy was it neat, yeah Not just knee deep She was totally deep When she did the freak with me She did the freak, never missin' a beat, yeah She did the freak Boy was it neat, yeah She's a freak The girl is a freak The girl never misses a beat, yeah, yeah Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she did the freak with me She did the jerk, it didn't work, no She did the monkey, it wasn't funky, no more Chicken wasn't pickin' Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she did the freak with me She turns me on and on, and all about (Round and round) She's the freak of my desire (Round and round she goes) And when she dance she sets the world on fire (Round and round she goes) The little girl is the freak of the week (Round and round she goes) When she dance she gives me happy feet (Round and round she goes) She's the freak of my desire And when she dance she sets the world on fire (Round and round she goes) She's givin' me happy feet Yeah, she's the freak of the week She was a freak, never missin' a beat, yeah She was a freak, boy was it neat, yeah Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she did the freak with me She did the jerk, it didn't work, no I did the moose, oh no, not the moose Monkey wasn't funkin', chicken wasn't pickin' But she was not just knee deep

I want you to hit it Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, hooo-whoaa Oh mama, hit it Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, ohhhh, oh yeah Oh mama, hit it Good god, hit it and quit it I want you to, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh You can shake it to the east Shake it to the west Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it Yeah, all up and down And move it all around Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it Yeah You can shake it for dinner Or you could spread it all around Hit it Good god, hit and quit it You can shake it to the east Shake it to the west Hit it Good god, hit it and quit it You can shake it to the one you love the best Hit it Ha, hit it and quit it Ahh, good god, hit it and quit it Ooh, good god, hit it and quit it Oh, good god, hit it and quit it Quit it, quit it, quit it {Spoken} OK play that down from the top

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta You see what I'm sayin'? It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) I'm too rich to be sober I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah) I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back) I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back) You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave) I done ran away with the bands (Yeah) I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face) I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away) Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world) Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max) My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) Blast off in a toy (Uh huh) Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh) Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh) My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh) All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh) Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)