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

James Todd Smith nine years old
When was in control
I'm listenin' to tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a Silvia treated me
flew 'cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen now, it's about the 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 Radio'
I'm kickin' the door-crushed cool box
'Rockin' the bells' like a dissin' me
Event-flippin' the then I made my first 50 grand

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

Todd, get upstairs and out that garbage

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

I tryin' 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, that means I need a to love me down
I dropped the pretty style 'cause rap was gettin'
I waited a year for the results, I'm triple
We know the presidents are flowin' by sackin' 'em

I'm that type of guy when poppa happy with it
'em up, that was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it with flavor
Another power move, I'll my hat, the shit is major
out till da break of dawn', tell me what sucker?
Cops me illegal search motherfucker

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

Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, 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 makin'
The motherfuckin' street, that ain't 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 sound so does it
Thought I was going back to where I knew I wasn't

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

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