Cha Cha Cha

It's two in the morning and the party continues
I see my people dancing
With their hands up high they say
"FUNK, FUNK" I want to dance
I want to hear the funky gods play

I'm talking about Parliament
about George Clinton they are the gods of Olympus
I have class and I have style
I am true in what I do and what I say
I have I have I have you have nothing!!
I have three funkies in a cabin

I am the funkymero of the place
and I'm going to make all the funkies dance
A nation under the rhythm of funk, funk;
it's not the same as your heavy metal,
because you come to my party,
you don't dance you kiss, you stink.

I'm at home with a good man
Juan Sativo is his name

"Superteta the golden sonorous goal,
cutting heads, throwing them in the toilet,
a phone of crazy ideas
few things to say
we still have to live,
here Juan Sativo, Latino, from the lingo the boot,
the rite of the beggar,
where warm life is full of truth.
Look at this party, party it is
Cha cha cha cha Funky girl,
the Boogie Men, the Groovy sex by your side,
rolling the dice,
lighting the green healthy Havana cigar,
I believe I kill,
give, mine named Juan Sativo,
servatanas, santiaguinas,
representing my rhythm,
the rotation of my words,
the magic of my hands
from night to morning,
without revenge-a-a-a-aaaa

Impact in the act,
I don't retract,
I speak portraits of everything I deal with,
exact, this is my pact
years of living and I keep it intact,
run, open your ear and listen
to the words of the magician, abracadabra I make you
without revenge, start, as this progresses
speed thirty-three
when you see me on my two turntables
I am the god, elements, invention

Funk!

Cha cha cha cha Funky girl

Nineteen ninety seven!!!!

The tits!!!!

OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!