(feat. Busta Rhymes, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Q-Tip) 



[George Clinton] 

Oooww! I lay me down to sleep! 

Said ohhh I just can't find the beat! 

Everybody say flashlight! 

Aaaahhhh yeah! 

Flashlight! 

Everybody's got a little light! 

Flashlight! 

Everybody say flashlight! 



[Vocal breakdown] 



There's no use, oh won't you tell her go with me! 

Say flashlight! Red light! Yeah! 

Most of all need to find the funk 

Said help me find the funk 

Most of all, need to find it 

Help them find it 



Aaahhhh! Hey hey!!! 

Everybody's got a little light! 

Under the sun! 

I gotta help em 

Help em find the funk 

Most off all, help em 



Aahhhhhh! 

Mooove your sexy body 

Shine your flashlight 

Get your rump out on the floor 

Mooove your sexy body 

Shine your flashlight 

Get your rump out on the floor 



[Q-Tip] 

You got to shine the light because things ain't right 

Funk signs up, makes for a good night 

Kid let me tell you bout your fate 

As the mothership connects in CC, Chocolate City 

Got kids under pressure with the Bop Gun boppin 

We non-stoppin, the whole joint cold rockin 

Everybody up, we put it down for uncle jam 

An allstar client plus the number one fan 

Hold the Parliment funk so come and bump your rump 

It's all for a good cause, eliminatin applause 



[Busta Rhymes] 

Eliminatin applause, eliminatin applause 

Yo, come on baby let me suck your soul 

And lick your funky emotion you know we on a roll 

All glow as my people full of sorrow, tomorrow 

You free your mind, your ass'll follow 

Busta Rhymes come on complete, representin 

Stay shittin on funk beats with George Clinton 

Before we flip you really need to take a trip 

On the fully equipped all expenses paid mothership 



[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

This recordin is dirty and stinkin 

Funky is the type of ?lepew? I'm thinkin 

About, droppin this single on the charts 

Lettin you know that the kid has heart 

I never denied myself as bein dope 

When a nigga slept on my jam 

Nigga caught the notes 

Hey sugar plum, hi, can you assume 

Bitch that the volume never has tune 

I'm not your everyday regular rap star 

(....?....) 

Beware of the hardware, please the hard way 



[P-Funk] 

(....?....) mayday 

Not H-O-G day, payday 

Palladium day 

Stagin the L-I-G-H-T day 

And can you feel it? Boo yah! 

Oh you're fryin 

Like he done take two hits a niacin 

Kinda like a chemical (..?..) 

Hot damn, holy smokes, what up 

So we havin a huge discussion 

And pretty soon, spontaneous combustion 

We on the map, well you can just sit around 

Or funk burn, you got to burn 

Di du joogedy di di dince dice 

Dum dum, dingbat damn, I say man 

Let's try it again, show your friend 

Is it true (.?.) naw, is it two eyes and hips? 

Well how the hell we gon get out this shit? 

And then the shit get lit 



[Repeat these phrases till fade] 

Most of all, help them find the funk 

Help them find the funk 

Help them find the funk, the funk, the funk 

Everybody's got a little 

Everybody's got a little light 

Everybody's got a little light 

Help them find the funk! 

Flashlight! Flashlight! 

Everybody's got a little 

Flashlight!