Hot Saucer - Bootsy Collins
Lyrics by：Bootsy Collins
Composed by：T."Musiq Soulchild" Johnson/A."Big Daddy Kane" Hardy/Rashon Murph/Eric Moore/Michael Granger/Jason Gilmore/Alissia Benveniste/Bootsy Collins
Arranged by：Bootsy Collins
Yeah
Tell 'em what I'm talking about
Yeah
Hot pockets baby
Come here baby
Give me your license for tonight
Drive you crazy
Do all the things I know you like
You actin' shady
Like you ain't heard the rumors girl
I'll put in overtime I got that work
Whenever you want it
And when you eat the crumbs of everything you like
I make sure you'll remember me girl
That funk that comeback every single night
That's a guarantee
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe
Let me serve you up you up
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe baby
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
Listen baby
Girl you really touch my soul
You've got that jelly and you're makin' it roll
I'm just sayin'
Just want a taste baby
Girl do ya know I don't know you just someone lady
We got this gravy
And I'm gonna put it on your body
Like cheese on grits
Just like cheese on grits
Guarantee that you put body don't hit like this no
Don't hit like this no
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe
Let me serve you up you up
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe baby
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
Welcome to my secret garden but no salad
Ain't no need to cash your ballot
Baby all I do is win like Khaled
And I got something valid
You can put on your palette
Hot sauce cornbread and collard greens
The side of your booty and your pair of tits
Looks to be like it seems Japanese
And I can tell you ain't got the right recipe
'Cause television
Gotcha with Hell's Kitchen
Kit Kat Butterfinger MM's
Almond Joy Snickers
I ain't dinin' you I'm brinin' you
What are collards? it's not just any snack
I've realized that you've displayed your fork
To satisfy your mayonnaise cake hunger
I'm cookin' up something insatiable
You ready for a taste? say grace
And I'm gonna put it on your body
Like cheese on grits
Just like some cheese on grits
Baby hit like this hit like this
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe
Let me serve you up you up
Let me give you the funk baby
Cornbread and collard greens baby
I've got the recipe baby
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
My kiss my touch hot sauce
Touch your body makes spray hot sauce
So good every more hot sauce
Let me serve you up you up
Oh yeah
So good every more hot sauce
Yeah baby
I want to serve you up
Uh
Oh let me give you the funk babe
I've got the recipe
Huh just let me serve you up bae
Oh let me give you the funk babe
Can your body make spray hot sauce
