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

James Smith when nine years old
'Sugarhill' was in control
I'm to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a Silvia me cold
Time flew 'cause I was gettin' my off
Sixteen now, about the time to set my first hit off

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

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

Todd, get and take out that garbage

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

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

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

I'm just a makin' jams now I got a name
I still remember chillin' my pistol on the train
I'm two to this I'm representin' hip hop
that I'm the man, it's time for me to get my props

Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic,
(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, you're sloppin' up and the blocks
There never was a time when I was to meetin' by myself
When all the punks on top of else, but

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

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

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

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