Fresh Outta 'p' (University)

You ain't nothin But a dirty, low down Sheep killin' dog The snake ain't in the grass no more Cos' I'm lookin' at her You low down Dirty, sneeky dog Bootzilla Bootzilla Bootzilla I'm fresh outta 'P' University I'm fresh outta 'P' University You better not funk with me What is the 'P' Don't be spreadin' the 'P' I can't spread that We're fresh outta 'P' What do you call it Such a funky geezer

I came from planet cravet Understand it I travel over concrete and gravet Fresh outta 'P' University I got a PhD in ghetto philosophy See I don't **** around With things that my mind can't see I only do with things inside of my reality Understand any equality and a cycle What goes around comes around Act like you knew it You could get funked up For that Cos' my manager don't give a **** Where you at And if the 'P' comes in the back black Let me get it in the Lucy There's 25 cents worth Of BY's and Bootsy And if I was killer I would kill But I'm not so To chill with Bootzilla The iller P-Funk pillow We came to make you feel good So call me Robin Leroy Hood We breeze thru the trees Master T's breeze Spreadin' like sticky on wonder Sunday they can't keep us under Cos' we loud like thunder We don't give a **** So don't disturb me We're fresh outta 'P' They can't funk with me I got my pedigree You can't funk with me I got my pedigree I'm fresh outta 'P' University Just like Robin Lee Hood Tryin' to funk the way you should I wanna be good to you baby doll, oh baby Good to ya Like Robin Hood get ya in the woods now, baby Good for ya If you're dancin' outta the rhythm You won't entice the worm, baby You don't have to be a rocket scientist or a book worm To alarm Bootzilla... Mousse's screamin' They track you down N' funk you up You shoulda look it was the bomb Before he blew up, baby And now you got that kill in your systems They hit ya with that I can't give ya any win star It's crazy how it all comes back around It's all good and if you could You should Understand it in your high speed Pursuit for happiness That you block out the stress Yes The dadescatter left you in the head That's how the trail blaze Like Kenny Anybody want next From urban to Brooklyn We cash checks Fresh outta 'P' It ain't complex They can't funk with me I got my pedigree You can't funk with me I got my pedigree Now remember, let the P-Funk your love The thriller in Manilla Bootzilla Yeah, when kings was kings And queens was kings Looks like my turn again Bootzilla...