Herbie Hancock - Rain dance lyrics

[bu*terfly] The ticky ticky buzz the sun wakes the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and sh** Tell my pops I'm out earthbound with the crew He said, "bu*terfly may the boogie be with you" Left my mom's a note with these quotes on a trunk It says "I split to Earth to resurrect the funk" A dozen Snapple pops and a little box of beats Travelin' through space with the funky funky beats Stopped at Pluto to cop some petrol Met some Klingons and got our things on Cruisin' warp 6 with Mr. Wiggles in the mix Hendrix pa**in' peas, star child get the fix The saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams Because when we hit New York - shazam We droppin' like a comet and this Vulcan tried to Spock it These martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn't cop it The others from our brother planet lands in the flesh From up in sector 6 yes y'all [Doodlebug] And it's good to be here When we landed up on lex Stirrin' up the ground with the sound of Doug E. Fresh And the hard rockin' kids that did it for the black With the Pumas on their feet and the bombers on their back We learned and we earned it so you know you got to hand it We planned it when we left how to freak it and to slam it Add a Ladybug transformation is complete For the metamorphosis from the box to the Jeep [Ladybug] And it's good to be here Gettin' fly with the raps We love it where we from but we kick it where we at Bumpin' out with somethin' that pops and transcends Dps baby it's slim but not thin In amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks Soakin' in the ghetto for kids that have not Slappin' on some skin when we slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here [All] We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet And there ain't no doubt that you got to check Doodle, Silk, bu*ter, Mecc It's so good to be here [bu*terfly] Yeah baby that's the style The jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile Just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you At the boomin' funk hut it was the Afro with the bu*t So to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots So see 'em kick the lingo and grip that little crotch Now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds Get yourself a mate today's to boogie down This is all we know, we feel it when we slams You could hear the love, it comes out in our jams The hip-hop diggin' cats just deliverin' the words From the ghetto-dwellin youth to the bourgies in the burbs And it's good to be here