Pigeons Playing Ping Pong – Fun In Funk lyrics

You done caught me on the flipside
Knocked my train off course with the force of your eye
Like I’m giving you a free scribe
Not your average toast, wanna hold your soul tight
Fell through it in a hot flash, finally found the stones
You control the cold cash
Ain’t a feeling you can describe
But I’m hooked on the sauce and the course (corse?) is so fine
At least that’s what I’m told

We put the fun in funk
Its stanky like a skunk
We put the fun in funk
You take a dime sack of dank In the back of a cadillac
Fun in funk, then blow it out your trunk
We put the fun in funk
Our shit is never bunk

You won’t find me on the sideline
I’m your player coach, with the cold tribe
Trading boogies with the misfire
Raindrops fade to pouring gourds? of soulshine
Burning rubber on the hot trail
I’ve got a lot of final fours?
And I’m going full tilt
Screaming vision from a cliffside
And I’ve got full support
Of the forces on high

At least that’s what I’m told
We put the fun in funk
Its stanky like a skunk
We put the fun in funk
You take a dime sack of dank In the back of a Cadillac
Fun in funk, and blow it out your trunk
We put the fun in funk
Our shit is never bunk

Damn baby you’re so funky
And hey baby fore’ you go
Slip slide damn she’s soapy? (saw me?)
And hey baby what’s the rush?
Damn baby you’re so funky (no time let’s come and go)
And hey baby fore’ you go (up in smoke)
Damn baby, if you’re my lady are you going
Up in smoke

We put the fun in funk
Its stanky like a skunk
We put the fun in funk
You take a dime sack of dank In the back of a Cadillac
Fun in funk, and blow it out your trunk
We put the fun in funk, Ooh yeah
We put the fun in funk
Its stanky like a skunk
We put the fun in funk
You take a dime sack of dank In the back of a Cadillac
Fun in funk, and blow it out your trunk
We put the fun in funk
Our shit is never bunk