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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Oo-yeah!) Wah-wah
Bring it back
Deep in the groove
Where the streets attack
(Shoo-bop!) Horns blowin’
Bassline tight
We takin’ it back
Reclaimin’ the night
[Verse 1]
Chains on the mind
But the soul stays free
No whip can hold what the eyes can see. (oo-wee!)
Cadillac dreams
Rollin’ down the lane
Pimp slap the man
Let him feel our pain
[Prechorus]
(Say what?) They try to hold us
Try to break our stride
But the funk is the weapon that we hold inside
[Chorus]
Strapped with the funk
Yeah
Strapped with the sound
We’re takin’ it up
We’re shakin’ the ground!
(Oh, yeah!) Can’t stop this fire
Can’t stop this jam
We’re funk revolution
Gonna break the man!
[Verse 2]
Corner to corner
Hear the streets come alive
Horn screamin’ high
Like it’s tryin’ to survive
(Oo-yeah!) Slick suits
Wide brims
Power in our walk
Swagger so sharp
Even shadows stop to talk
[Prechorus]
(What’s the word?) Ain’t no chains that can lock this groove
When the bassline kicks
You know we move!
Details
GeneratedDec 21, 2025
Duration2:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, gritty 1970s blaxploitation soul-funk, driven by wah-wah guitars, deep bass grooves, and bold horn stabs; dramatic and cinematic with an edgy, rebellious energy, deep, dramatic, theme, soul
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Prompt by
Wawee
WaweeModelAria v5
Prompt
1970s blaxploitation soul-funk theme inspired by gritty street cinema, wah-wah guitars, deep bass, dramatic horns African American slaves : no we got the funk: strapped: pimp slap the man: Cadillacs
