Queenie (2010 Master) ft. Emperor Lyrics

Gimme that illusion to soothe ya

Gimme that beat make your hips maneuver

Gimme that stuff that makes people lose it

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that emotion to rock ya

Gimme that note that hits like the opera

Gimme that bass that seems to unlock ya

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that elixir to fix'em

Gimme that stuff that feeds your addiction

Gimme that tune that feeds off affection

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme those amazing vibrations

Gimme that tune that molds your gyrations

Gimme enough for a massive nation

That funky fusion

The man's plan was to understand man

But to understand man demand for that funk

Hit up the bar drank away some old scars

Put his hand on his heart and yelled ever drunk

The man's plan was to understand man

But to understand man demand for that funk

Hit up the bar drank away some old scars

Put his hand on his heart and yelled ever drunk

Gimme that illusion to soothe ya

Gimme that beat make your hips maneuver

Gimme that stuff that makes people lose it

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that emotion to rock ya

Gimme that note that hits like the opera

Gimme that bass that seems to unlock ya

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that elixir to fix'em

Gimme that stuff that feeds your addiction

Gimme that tune that feeds off affection

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme those amazing vibrations

Gimme that tune that molds your gyrations

Gimme enough for a massive nation

That funky fusion

The man stands with dry as sand hands

From doing handstands back when he was a gymnast

He's ninety three the funk in him freed space in him to breathe enough air to say this

The man stands with dry as sand hands

From doing handstands back when he was a gymnast

He's ninety three the funk in him freed space in him to breathe enough air to say this

Gimme that illusion to soothe ya

Gimme that beat make your hips maneuver

Gimme that stuff that makes people lose it

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that emotion to rock ya

Gimme that note that hits like the opera

Gimme that bass that seems to unlock ya

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme that elixir to fix'em

Gimme that stuff that feeds your addiction

Gimme that tune that feeds off affection

Gimme that funky fusion

Gimme those amazing vibrations

Gimme that tune that molds your gyrations

Gimme enough for a massive nation

That funky fusion