Three-way, six-detachable

Speaker system

With soft ejection

Auxiliary output

Extra input

So you can plug into

And make connections

Hi diddle-diddle

This cat on the fiddle

Was killin' 'em

Recorded him on my tapedeck

Hi diddle-diddle

This cat on the fiddle

Was killin' 'em

Recorded him on my tapedeck

Just when I reach the point

Where I was peakin'

'Bout that time

Imagination start to peepin'

That's when my other voices

Start to speakin'

Speakin' in drum

Drummin' it into a tweak

Voice so loud

Pinnin' the needle

Bangin' in the red

Noone hears

Nothing's heard cause nothing's said

It's the chokin' kind

Remember the livin'

Remember the dead

Speakin' in drum

Drummin' it into a tweak

Drowning out the voices

In my head

Follow follow?

(Do you)

Follow follow?

Shot rang out everybody ran for cover

The evening news broke the story of two mothers

One's son is dead

Killed by the son of the other

Escalatin' the violence to a peak

Tweak

Hi diddle-diddle

This cat on the fiddle

Was killin' 'em

Recorded him on my tapedeck

To the curb (x3)

Three-way, six detachable

Speaker systems

With soft ejection

Tweak

Auxiliary output

Extra input

So you can plug into

And make connections

Caught in a land

That pitted the poor man

Against the police

When it's hard to live

It's twice as hard

To keep the peace

It's the chokin' kind

Remember the livin'

Remember the dead

Poor is the poor man

So is the police

Violence of a tweak

Cue me about

A cool place to start

Attention all radio-stations jocks

I got the beat

Serious-slammin' on my box

So what I try

My best to do

Is keep the decibels

Up so high

My neighbors call the cops

Now when the thang

Get to tweakin'

You know the groove is peakin'

I mean hard

OK now I know

You know what I mean

I keep a party

On my record machine

Do me a favor

Don't let so many commercials

Disrupt the playlist

Mr. E. Tiddyock

Is what makes me say this

About groove control

Well there's no such thang

When I turn on my box

I'm ready to swing

So I can go

Down, down

Get down with it

I be throwin' down

But you gotta be down

To get it

We tweakin' on my radio

Serious-slammin' on my box

Get off my jock!

I take your buns

And turn 'em into the B's

I take your soul

And turn it into some cheese

I'll take your radio

And turn it into stereo

Now we livin' large boy

Break out the Casio

So we can get busy

Show me that you ain't dizzy

Only Lizzie is fizzy

I'm in my Flavor-mobile

I'm cold-lampin'

I this G upstate

Cold campin'

To the Poconos

We call the Hideaways

With a bag of franks

And a big bag of Frito-Lays

Hey yo, Chuck!

They don't know

What I'm sayin'

You know what I'm sayin'?

Word up man

And if y'all don't know

What I'm sayin'

Then act like

You wanna be stayin'

But we ain't playin'

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, Chuck, man

Kick some

Kick some ballistics, man

What's your beeper

Tellin' you man?

My beeper's tellin' me

They sweatin' me home

They sweatin' me, man

Yo, there's many ways

To kick it round

We gon' kick it

The same 'round once again

You know what I'm sayin'

But this time in time

Aw right, c'mon let's go

You know what I'm sayin'?

We ain't playin'

The P-Funk of the drummer

On the beat box

The band supporter

Go get a quarter

Somethin' y'all

That spills like water

Can't lower the volume

Dare to consume

The rhythm y'all

Comin' through the speaker y'all

Network

Net-a-work-a

Work-connect

Cold slammin' like the New York Mets

Know what I'm sayin'?

They don't know what I'm sayin'

They don't know what we're screamin', shoutin'

Yo Flavor

Do you know what I just said?

Do the people know what I'm talkin' about?

I know what you said

But let me tell you

George Clinton's got the head

You know what I'm sayin'?

Let me tell you somethin', yo!

George will tell you

Hold my jammy while I go P

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Cause that's the way it be

Cause his name is George

And his last name begins with a C

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Follow, follow

Hey, yo, Butch man

What's up pop?

Hey, yo, Tracy

With the Panasonic

What's up man?

Yo man

We gonna rock that

Why B-side 'round man

You wanna rock the B-side

Food for the brain

Beat for the feet

People on the dance floor

Never claiming a receipt

Had a good time

Rock-n-rollin'

On the go behind

The rhythm supplied

By the superior B-side

They had the twist

That turn and shout

Turn the jam out

Get you ready now

C'mon

The situation put you in to where you sweatin'

An hysterical B-side

C'mon inside

Request the best

They give a test

And never gave a rest

Your guess as good

As my guess

And while you're guessin'

You're guessin'

Yo listen

This a DJ to play

To give a lesson in

His name is

George Clinton

In the house