"All Sons Of Bitches" lyrics - GEORGE CLINTON

Bow-wow-wow, yippee oh, yippee eh,
Bow-wow yippee oh, yippee eh. [5x]

We come to get down...hey
La la la la, lalala, la la la
We come to get down...hey
La la la lalalala, la la la

Black bitch, white bitch, flea bite,
All scratch, all start to itchin'.
Boy dog, he dog, male dog, pup,
All sons a bitches.
Black bitch, white bitch, flea bite.
All scratch, all start to itchin'
Boy dog, he dog, male dog. pup,
All sons a bitches.
All sons a bitches...all sons a bitches
All sons a bitches, all sons a bitches.

We come to get down...hey
La la la la, lalala, la la la
(All sons a bitches)
We come to get down...hey
La la la la, lalala, la la la
ALL SONS A BITCHES

Black bitch, white bitch, flea bite,
All scratch, all start to itchin'.
Boy dog, he dog, male dog, pup...
All sons a bitches
Black bitch, white bitch, flea bite,
All scratch, all start to itchin'
Boy dog, he dog, male dog, pup,
And as we fly on y'all
(We come to get down)
We are One Nation Under A Groove
Tonight, y'all
Ain't nothin' but a party.
Oh, y'all are gonna be here all night long.
Aw, we got alot a shit to do tonight.

Are you all ready to do the dog?

If the dogs in the world unite to get the
Riches, the silly made, really paid
Son of bitches
Can paint the White House black
Like the President requested.
I voted for that son of a bitch
I suggested
Just thinkin' the type of shit that
We can piss on then
My friend I got a list, here's the Top Ten
The Great Wall of China
North and South...Roof
Ha a ha a Ha Carolina
A Van Gogh. Imelda. That crooked gang.
My man, see I don't know his name
Sadaam Hussien
My hockey puck...and the tabloids.
When I lift up my leg,
Smell my hemmroids?
It ain't the dope dog,
It's the pup of that bitch.
And if she follow you home
You're in some deep shit.
How does one become a son of a bitch
When his father was a trickin'
Him and his boy switched.
Down..hey la la la la lalala la la lahey hey
(Sons a bitches).
We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala ia fa la
We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala la la la
(All sons a bitches).
We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala la la la
(All sons a bitches)
We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala la la la
(All sons a bitches)
Black bitch, white bitch, flea bite,
All scratch, all start to itchin'
Boy dog, he dog. male dog. pup.
All sons a bitches [2x]

Bow-wow-wow. yippee oh, yippee eh.
Bow-wow yippee oh yippee eh. [2x]

We come to get down
Hey la la la la la lalala la la la [2x]
We come to get down with ya'
Let the funk hit ya'
In the tight britches where the
Bulldog bit ya.
Come to get ya.
We're funkin' at street level.
Come to get down with ya
Let the funk hit ya, in the tight britches.
Where the bulldog bit ya gonna get you
We come to get down with ya
Let the funk hit ya in the tight britches
Where the bulldog bit ya.
Come to get ya We're funkin' at the street
Level. We're comin' to get down with ya.
Let the funk hit ya in the tight britches
Where the bulldog bit ya come to get ya
We're funkin' at the street level.
All sons a bitches. [2x]

We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala la la la [4x]
All sons a bitches.
Bow-wow-wow, yippee oh, yippee eh,
Bow-wow yippee oh, yippee eh. [2x]

We come to get down
Hey la la la la lalala la la la
(All sons a bitches) [2x]

Bow-wow-wow. yippee oh, yippee eh.
Bow-wow yippee oh, yippee eh. [4x]