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(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

James Todd Smith when nine old
When 'Sugarhill' was in
I'm listenin' to tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a Silvia me cold
Time flew 'cause I was my shit off
Sixteen now, it's the time to set my first hit off

'I A Beat', it was a smash on the DL
But every time I did a my name was misspelled
'Can't Without My Radio' drops
I'm kickin' the door-crushed cool box
'Rockin' the like a madman dissin' me
Event-flippin' the script-but then I my first 50 grand

All I wanted was a pencil, a little
A little in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm for school, shit

Todd, get upstairs and take out that

And it's the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
And it's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
It's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

I wasn't to hear it 'cause I'm bad
When I'm alone in my room, I up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, means I need a girl to love me down
I dropped the pretty style 'cause rap was ugly
I waited a for the results, I'm triple platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by sackin' 'em

I'm that type of guy when wasn't happy with it
Tripplin' 'em up, that was my style, but bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh flavor
Another power move, switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out till da of dawn', tell me what sucker?
harass me illegal search motherfucker

I'm a brother makin' jams now I got a name
I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the
I'm sayin' two to I'm representin' hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, time for me to get my props

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
on man

Mama to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, sloppin' up and down the blocks
never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all the punks on top of else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm history
The largest motherfuckin' street, that no mystery
The baddest ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't so easy does it
Thought I was going to Cali' where I knew I wasn't

I sent a 'Murder Gram', solo in a van
I'm knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. Goodbar' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with in a rudder-put
You find me come to Farmers Boulevard
And you can hear me, eat 'em up, ask for Todd

Uh, and I'm the funkadelic
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the baby, bring in the funk
in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it