Uptown Funk (In the Style of Bruno Mars, Mark Ronson) [Instrumental Version]

Doh!
Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh
(Aaaaaah... OW!)
This hit, that ice cold,
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold.
This one for them hood girls,
Them good girls, straight masterpieces!
Stylin', whilin',
Livin' it up in the city.
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent,
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty.
I'm too hot, (Hot Damn!)
Call the police and a fireman,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
Make a dragon wanna retire man,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
Say my name you know who I am,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
And my band 'bout that money,
Break it down.
Girls hit your hallelujah, (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah, (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah, (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you,
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you,
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you,
Saturday night and we in the spot,
Don't believe me just watch! (Come on!)
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Hey, hey, hey, OH!
Stop.
Wait a minute.
Fill my cup, put some liquor in it,
Take a sip, sign a check,
Julio, get the stretch!
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi.
If we show up, we gon' show out,
Smoother than a fresh jar of skippy.
I'm too hot, (Hot Damn!)
Call the police and a fireman,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
Make a dragon wanna retire man,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
Say my name you know who I am,
I'm too hot (Hot Damn!)
And my band 'bout that money,
Break it down.
Girls hit your hallelujah, (Whoo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah, (Whoo!)
Girls hit your hallelujah, (Whoo!)
'Cause uptown funk gon', give it to you,
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you,
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you,
Saturday night and we're in the spot
Don't believe me just watch! (Come On!)
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Hey, hey, hey, OH!
Before we leave,
Let me tell ya a little something.
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
I said uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up,
Come on.
Dance,
Jump on it!
If you sexy then flaunt it.
If you freaky then own it,
Don't brag about it, come show me.
Come on!
Dance,
Jump on it.
If you sexy then flaunt it.
Well it's Saturday night and we in the spot,
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Don't believe me just watch,
Hey, hey, hey, OH!
Uptown funk you up,
Uptown funk you up. (Say Whaa?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (Say Whaa?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (Say Whaa?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (Say Whaa?)
Uptown funk you up
Aaaaah... OW!



Credits
Writer(s): Rudolph Taylor, Lonnie Lee Simmons, Ronnie Wilson, Devon Gallaspy, Robert E. Wilson, Charles K Wilson, Mark Ronson, Jeff Bhasker, Nicholaus Joseph Williams, Philip Lawrence, Bruno Mars
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