George Clinton - Martial Law (Hey Man... Smell My Finger) lyrics

[Intro: George Clinton] Code: oh, how the funk linger Emcees' access: smell my finger!! [Chorus] Awwwwwwww woooooowww, ladda ladda ledda ladda ladda It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours Yeaaah who*es, nothing but a party [Verse One: George Clinton] Check, funk is dead is what they said While sitting around cheating at pool-smooth Bags bagging and they weren't bragging to tell the truth They were looking real cool They were choked up tight in their white on white Cocoa brown fronts were down They wore candy striped ties hanging down to their flies Sported gold dust crowns [Chorus: X2] It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours [Verse Two: Unidentified Artist] Before I shrivel up and die Let me tell you a little story about the FBI The CIA, LAPD of the USA Ask them why I list them, talking about that system Let us take a look and see what's up today They're taking away the rights from people, that's wrong What did King say: "Can't we get along?" Beat down by the man whose check he paid Stacey Koons was just a drop, in the bucket full of wicked cops No fire hose could wash that blood away [Break: P-Funk Sample] Ca-chase the cat!! - Ca-chase the cat!! We're used to funking after hours Ca-chase the cat!! - Ca-chase the cat!! [Chorus: X2] [Verse Three: George Clinton] Taking the cue from the man in view He followed him into out of sight Where upon he paused or rather he stopped Pressing the rewind then play on the beat box The funk was a phoney, a fake and a fraud, bootleg copies to boot Not funky with a P on it but funk with a three on it Now comes the time to salute He says here's to begging duplicating and bootlegging Here's to the funk on which I'm high The man made a pa**, flashed a gold colored badge and said here's to I'm the FBI Homeboy grinned as he said my friend You want to make an example out of me Cause I stole a little funk and I sold a little bunk funk Some prevert rapes your daughter and goes free The man said with a grin, that's not why you lose and I win If you're going to steal the funk, steal the motherf**ing P! [Chorus: X2] [Outro] Martial Law!! Used to funking after hours, Martial Law Martial Law!! Never missing a beat, yeah! Martial Law!! Ladda ladda ledda ladda ladda Whenever the party goes on, whatever it takes Whenever the party goes on, whatever it takes Whenever the party goes on, whatever it takes