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Funky 4+1 That's The Joint (original mix) chords by MrSkavinsky

Funky 4+1 That's The Joint (original mix)

Chords and lyrics for Funky 4+1 That's The Joint (original mix) by MrSkavinsky

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If you're ready for this

Say you're ready for this

If you're ready for this

Say you're ready for this

Are you ready for this

We're ready for this

Are you ready for this

We're ready for this

Well, we just can't miss

We just can't miss

Well, we just can't miss

With a beat like this

CHORUS

It's the joint

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We're gonna prove to the world that we're the real

We're gonna prove to everybody we know the real deal

We got golden voices and hearts of steel

'Cause we're five

emcees that got to be real

We're here for the party people on

Sugar Hill So what's the deal?

CHORUS

Sugar Hill!

So what's the deal?

Sugar Hill!

That's the joint!

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because

Li'l Rodney C is the melody

Keith, help me rock, we're singing harmony

Because Jeff is the rhythm,

and K is the bass

Sha-Rock rock, shockin' the whole darn place

now, here's a little story, you got to be told

The party people in the place, got a whole lot soul

So when we're on the mic, y'all shocking the house

And we all get together, we can turn it out

Now we're in the house, as you can plainly see

Everybody say, get funky,

get funky And make money, and make money, and you don't stop

Give it to us now!

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To the beat that makes you want to rap

C'mon,

Sha-Rock, cut out the crap

Just turn on the mic and start the rap

And let everybody know you can never be the wack

You know that

And you know that

And I know

And she knows

And we know that

We know what,

Sha-Rock? That When I rap,

Funky Four, I can never be the wack!

And when you

hear Sha-Rock...

She's the joy!

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And I'm qualified to talk about respect.

I won't neglect my strategy.

is for you to see.

So don't turn away by what I say, 'Cause

I'm on

I'm bad when

I'm talking to you.

There are four fly brothers who can do it, too.

The party people in the place this is for you.

So get down.

Get, get, get on down.

I'm the plus one more,

and I'm throwing down.

She's the best female in this here town.

And everybody knows that

I'm golden brown, and you know.

CHORUS

She's the joint!

VERSE

For the young lady with nice, fine thighs

I'm the kind

of emcee that make women jet fly

I'm Jazzy Jeff with the most finesse

I'm down with the Five to rock the mic, the best

'Cause I'm moving through,

but not you

and you,

I'm sure to rule

'Cause I want a young lady with a lot of finesse

she's got to be on,

('Cause he's Jazzy Jeff) She's got to be sweet,

fine, and kind, She's just the kind of woman that's got to be mine,

And you know!

CHORUS

He's the joint!

Come on, do it!

To the funky sound!

Get funky!

Get funky!

With the funky four plus one!

Do it!

Do it!

Come on, girl!

Do it!

Do it!

Oh lord!

Do it!

Do it!

Come on!

Get down!

VERSE

All about to be, you know it's about to be all.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up,

turn it up, turn it up.

Turn it up, turn it now

what you see is what you get you say i am bad and that you can bet i have

a quality for you and me to all the young ladies this is what it be (You say his name is Keith

Keith) as my rhymes go down to all the young ladies just gather

around with the rhymes i possess

the words i protest and i can put together i can call it finesse now listen up my ladies and listen

up good i'm gonna rock on the mic like i know i could like you know he should like i know i would

(He's Keith Keith) i rock the house

he's keep keep a rock-shock while turning out and you know that

(and he got the finesse to behold that

CHORUS

he's the JOINT! keeping on to to the crack of dawn

Party people in the place you got to keep on if you like the beat and you want some more scream it

out and say

funky Four!" funky FOUR!")

Plus one more.

Plus one more.

Now you don't stop.

You see the beat goes on.

'cause our

Power's strong

We won't stop rocking till you're all getting

on And

the Ooh ahh,

Ooh.

Ooh.

ahh,

ahh Ooh ahh,

And don't stop.

get it.

That's the JOINT!

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We have an obligation that we must fulfill

Like a 357 we out to kill

We're like Machine

Gun Kelly and

Bonnie and Clyde

We shock the house we stand side

by side We're on top of the world, here, looking down

We're going straight up hit, we never turning around

Because we are so close but yet so far

And to all the party people, you know who we are

Get the point

if you don't, we want y'all to know

We're down, we rock,

we the funky four

Plus one Ho, do it,

get down, to the, to the front side.

Come on, you got to get down.

Do it!

Oh lord.

Not tell, rock it well.

Fuck see, making history.

Ho, I'm Jaz

and Jeff.

Charlene.

Jen and Ken.

Kiki to the funky beat.

I was sitting at my

house watching my

TV when all of a sudden it dawned on me that I was all alone just wasting my time

so I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a rhyme

As I thought to myself how nice it would be to be on top making cash money to go

on a tour all around the world to tell little stories to all the fly girls to sit on my throne to command my own to be

number one on the

microphone just telling the tale about how it's gonna be for the

Funky Four, plus one

emcees We be busting in and we be turning it out while we rock to any beat without a doubt

just chilling hard living

in luxury and being very proud to be an

He's the JOINT!

Well, I kick your rock well cuz it Rockwell, 'cause I raise a lot of hell and

I like to make love to the jealous females

And I'm down with the groove to mark it here now walk through my door you pose on the floor first is touching hips galore and then he)

move right up and then he)

kiss your lips and then he) hold on tight so I never slip

And then he) tongue you down on to the ground

If any love is there, it will be found And I'm the man you all can tell I Rockwell,

to the depths of hell

And every time you hear my name, girl, it rings a bell And

When the bell rings, it goes ding dong

And Then I rock her and I shock her till the break

of dawn like

a hot buttered on bag of popcorn like

Rockwell Just singing your song and you know...

CHORUS

Peace and joy!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

Ho!

VERSE

Say I got money and I can't jerk

Let's go to work,

let's go to work

We gave a lot of parties and we got jerk

But that's alright because we be good sports

Cause we know someday we get the big pay off

And rock the house, a turn, a turn, a turn, a turn it out

Sylvia in the house and

Shella Pearl rock the house and

Blondie rock the house and messagee rock the house and big bang rock the house and wherever you are

rock rock the house to my mellow wonder mike rock the house wherever you are rock rock the house to my mellow cowboy

you real my boy rock the house turn turn it out to my mellow mellow mellow rock the house wherever you

are rock rock the house to my mellow creoles roly-gole

Rock the house, turn it out, rock the house with the motion next to my

Mellow, to my

Mellow, to my

Mellow, to my

Mellow Raheed in all the ladies dreams

Rock the house with the gangsta lean

CHORUS

Sugar Hill, Sugar

Hill Get, get, get, get, get the point, get the point, get the joint

Ho!

VERSE

Break out, rock the house.

Wherever you are, keep coolin' out.

Uptown, rock the house, hey!

Ho!

The downtown's just coolin' out.

West side gonna turn it out.

And to the east side, rock the house.

KC, sick it out!

KC, sick it out!

CHORUS

That's the joint!

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