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George Clinton And The Funkadelics Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On Red Hot Mama {spoken:} A luscious bitch she is, true But it's not nice to fool mother nature The proud mother of god like all ho's Is jealous of her own shadow Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated By pimping their instincts Until they were fat, horny and strung-out In a neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe Who is this bitch? {sung:} Red hot mama from Louisiana Thumbin' her way to Savannah She been cooped up too long Red hot mama lookin' to the city Taxi dancers and big time spenders She's been groovin' Red hot mama was gettin' down Scoping the places where fun to be found She was smokin' Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on, red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Red hot mama was really bad She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be Red hot mama was a real gas Doin' it good and doing it fast She was smokin' Whoa, {etc}! Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Come on baby!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me (Right on!) Ride on red hot mama Girl, you sure look good to me Be my dog! You look good, girl Carry on! Hey! Get funky? Hey baby Be my dog Come on, baby! Red hot mama Right on Play, boy Play on |
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