Lyrics of 'That New Funkadelic (feat. Dom Kennedy)' by Ice Cube

[Dom Kennedy]
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat (so sweet)
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat (like booty meat)
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat
No matter who you meet, you can move your feet

[Ice Cube]
Come through bumping that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Come through bumping that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic
Better run, go tell it

Got a uncle named George
Horny muthafucka always down to orge
Freaky muthafucka wanna jorgie porg
Treat a big booty like a smorgasbord
Freaks on the floor, freaks on the floor
How many of y'all freaks on the low?
Freaks on the floor, freaks on the floor
How many of y'all freaks on the low?

What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', bitch, I'm into trickin, so
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

You know, all about that party life, party life
All about that party life, party life
All about that party life, party life
All about that party life, party life

Come through bumping that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Come through bumping that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic
Better run, go tell it

I heard that weed is legal
Grow that shit, nigga, feed yo people
I heard that weed is legal
Grow that shit, nigga, feed yo people
I heard that weed is legal
Grow that shit, nigga, feed yo people
I heard that weed is legal
Grow that shit, nigga, feed yo people, c'mon

[Dom Kennedy]
Let’s make a toast to every lazy
(Throw one up for the whole wide world)
(It’s a west-side celebration)
(No doubt about us, then you freaky, freaky yeah)

[Ice Cube]
You know the funk will linger
All these motherfuckers wanna smell my finger
All these motherfuckers wanna fuck my singers
I don’t give a damn nigga, Jerry Springer
California love, California blood
Long as I got it I don’t give a fuck
It’s the hypnotic, I’m the narcotic
So if you’re spotted actin' robotic
Freeze just like a mannequin
And then start panicking
I’m too hard for you
They still wanna feed you like barbecue

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow
How many of y'all freaks on the low?
Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow
How many of y'all freaks on the low?

Come through bumpin' that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Come through bumpin' that new funkadelic
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic (you know)
That new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic
Better run, go tell it

What’s up for the evening?
I ain’t into trickin', I’m into treatin'
What’s up for the evening?
I ain’t into trickin', bitch, I’m into treatin'
What’s up for the evening?
I ain’t into trickin', I’m into treatin'
What’s up for the evening?
I ain’t into trickin', I’m into treatin'

You know the beat's so sweet like booty meat
(Like booty meat)
You know the beat's so sweet like booty meat
You know the beat's so sweet like booty meat
No matter who you meet, you can move your feet