George Clinton - Get Low lyrics

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George Clinton - Get Low lyrics

[Chorus] Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flippin' these tracks like a n***a know judo Hop up on the Mothership, I'll take you up to Pluto Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno I'ma sit back and get high while you get low Get low, get low, get low, get low Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership Get low, get low, get low, get low Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other sh** [Verse 1: George Clinton] [?] ladies [?] call me Papi Chulo Got me on InstaGram, will you take that photo? So you lead a band, said you wanna go solo? Bobbin', weavin' punches, don't get hit by a boatload Wanna keep goin'? Don't stop now! Wanna keep goin'? Hit it - well go head on then! [Chorus] Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flippin' these tracks like a n***a know judo Hop up on the Mothership, I'll take you up to Pluto Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno I'ma sit back and get high while you get low Get low, get low, get low, get low Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership Get low, get low, get low, get low Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other sh** [Verse 2: LaShonda Clinton] Yes, yes, yes, who's back? Sativa Diva on some other sh** I got my bread up, now I'm cruisin' on this Mothership Funk is in my DNA so we gon' keep it relevant Hippies unite, but in spite, we keep it hella fit Blazing and sh**, I keep the root on fire Smokin' trees from overseas, I keep the roof on fire It's Funkadelic forever, see I ain't tell no lie I'm navigatin' this Mothership, how I stay so fly? How- how I stay so high? To where the fake don't try They throw the P in the air whenever- P in the air Whenever- P in the air whenever I breeze by I'm as real as it gets, [?] s** sh** They know who to call for that fire and brim spit [Chorus] Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flip flip flip flip flip, flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flippin' these tracks like a n***a know judo Hop up on the Mothership, I'll take you up to Pluto Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno I'ma sit back and get high while you get low Get low, get low, get low, get low Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership Get low, get low, get low, get low Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other sh** [Verse 3] That's not yo' beat, that's not yo' cheddar That's [?], that's Jacob's ladder This here ain't for [?] on grown Man, get me that microphone, get yo' a** home I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak I put the [?] in [?] and every time my lyrics speak My mic get sick and catch a virus You catch diarrhea for a week Now plug that sh** on up, making my noise like what the f** You can damn sure say anyone could cook a track But the art is in flipping the damn thang [Chorus] Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip Flippin' these tracks like a n***a know judo Hop up on the Mothership, I'll take you up to Pluto Then we go to Mars, got me feelin' like Bruno I'ma sit back and get high while you get low Get low, get low, get low, get low Get low, that your baby mother on the Mothership Get low, get low, get low, get low Funkadelic-Parliament, we on some other sh**