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It was the voice of a couragous explorer a man dedicated to the persuit of man's knowledge and the expansion of his horizons Chorus The funkiest the funkiest (8x) Check it all I need's a second to wreck it My thoughts are collected for the funk expect it I'm iller than a porno I got skills like Zoro Who's Perry Kwomo? Tomorrow tomorrow Like Ophan Annie yo it's the uncanny Doobie with bonified funk for your fanny Suckers, I pick 'em, so who be my victim BLRRLL stick 'em, and boogers, I flick 'em I'm guilty your honor, I rock like Nirvana So fuck a pihrana, just like Jeffory Dahmer I'll slice 'em, dice 'em, MCs...ice 'em Yo, step to the Son and I'll fuck you guys up Chorus Ring around the rosies to the funk, you punk I flips, smacks, and paddy wack and does all that junk Watch how many scram, your sweet like candied yams But I freak the style like if I was Handiman "Uh-oh, um I think we're in trouble" 'Cause girls call me Dumbo, and guys wanna rumble Yet I'm hard like a diamond, I'll sing like Phyllis Hyman The action packed rhyming like uh Simon & Simon ??? word, the fuckers smell like terds 'Cause mommy will buy you a mocking bird Mary's quite contrary, taking out these fairies Eaten out the assholes like Tom did Jerry Chorus Breakdown Yo son, kick that shit Hey Peter, Peter, you fat pumpkin eater You know I kicks flavor just like Velveta I'll scream like Aritha, so follow the leader From here to Madina, like Sarafina I yell hellalujah, you're fat like Lex Luther To master mind the funk, do ya? Do ya The crazy ill Hitler, who performs like a fiddler I'm ill like the Riddler, fuck a Bette Midler Chorus |
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Bow Wow..B Bow Wow...B B Bow Wow....B B B Bow Wow Wow Bow Wow..B Bow Wow...B B Bow Wow....BOW WOW WOW B ow Wow(repeated) I bow wow wow yippy o yippy a to the funk Punk I put you in my trunk Like a good fella I'm a good speller Yet I get retarded like Hellen Keller Take it I'll kick it better I'll flick it Just like a booger I fuck around with hookers Like Tina Turner I'm a fast learner Earning up my wealth, now I go for self Like Barney Rubble, who's always in trouble I'm quick on the double, you'll never see me fumble Like a quaterback, think I outta smack Wack MCs who think they're all of that Chorus I Bow Wow Wow yippy-o yippy-a to the funk A Bow Wow Wow (4x) It ain't no hassle, I'll grab my lasso Check a punk asshole, like Eddie Haskle Yet I'm not the reaper or Sigorny Weaver I'll bust a stunt punk like Colt Seavers Then do the polka, I'm iller then the Joker I'm not mediocar like almond mocca I'm flavor, behavior is ill when I spill You'll be fucked just like Fire Marshall Bill 'Cause I cause disasters like the Dukes of Hazard I'll shatter you kid if you step punk bastard Zero, weirdo, the funk suerhero Yeah you scare me, just like a scarecrow Chorus Eanni meanni, I funk like Hudini No I run shit punk, like Mussalini I'm skinny Kid like me dreams of tiny bikinis Ralph rocks a beanie Flips it, smacks it, do the Michael Jackson Bring your crew punk, cut you in fractions Action packed, wanna come back On the drunk track, sharp like a thumb tac I'm in the congos, I chill like Tonto When it comes to the funk, I rock pronto Chorus |
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When the day fades away into twilight
the moon is my light of love In the night, I am quite a romancer I find an answer above To being me consolation, you're my inspiration This is my imagination. Time on my hands, you in my arms Nothing but love in view, then you fall Once and for all, I'll see my dreams come true Moments to spare for someone you care for; Our love affair for two With time on my hands and you in my arms And love in my heart all for you. |
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| 4:03 |
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I can do the somber Like in November Then rock a crowd while I'm in my pajamas Like Tito Puente I am muy caliente Fuck Kunta Kinte Cuz Son is the sensei I funk with the black belt You better step back hell I can Get Smart Just like Agent Maxwell I don't give a fuck G Hey hey we're the Monkees I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month see I go on and on Like a marathon I sing like Sarah Vaughn But like the underground I flip through some kung-fu You know that I've come to Freak the ill shit You just can't undo Chorus: Son, get it funky (I'm shittin' on 'em, shittin' on 'em) (4x) Son, get it funky (yo, I'm shittin' on 'em) I can get symphonic Like Harry Connick Or the Philharmonic I'll drop atomic Vocals, solo Like Sonny Bono I got you babe... but who's got the pornos? I'm iller than a wino I'm not an albino I charge like a rhino You put me in a ??? When I rob shit, bomb shit Some say I'm obnoxious I don't give a fuck I'll make you feel nauseous Row, row your boat Gently down the street I'll take you all out With my funk doobie team I got the skills, kid Like Rumplestilskin I put out gold, get smooth like Jackie Wilson Singin' soprano Move to the piano Hey, where's the ??? Our shit will be in ??? Chorus (4x I shoobee-do-pop Hip hop like Sinatra I spray my Binaca Then shake my maracas Hey, it's the swinga Fuck a humdinger with a finger Yo, it's the ultimate singer Kumbaya, yo kumbaya Like Belafonte But what's Del Monte? I kicks the flava The ill funk behavior Sick like polio Wild like a rodeo Out there in Kansas Punk, check the classic Get your ass kicked So hop in the casket I'm rockin calipso Who's got the Nabisco I cook like Crisco I pump the ill disco Chorus (8x |
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| 3:43 |
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Verse 1: If I drop them dogs a broke nose gets clubed then I crack that jaw cause you know I get raw I remember when I used to sit on the see saw now I just shoot em up shoot em up dog ya better stand clear cause I show no fear when I hit you with the baseball bat in the air its gonna be on when the shit goes down so you better be ready clown I cock that hammer then I pull that trigger better run quick cause I'll put the hole right in ya look what I gave ya the ill behavior Funkdoobiest got the 31 flavors Smoka chocolate the number 1 toke up play your punk ass like a hand in poker hearts, clovers, diamonds, shrooms wopbabalubop balap bam boom Verse 2: Who the funk do you think you are? I got the funk blasting out your car now what the funk are you gonna do? I'll funk your ass up with my Funkdoobie crew here comes the Son, but not the ruler it's the dooler, sippin on the wine cooler we hit the cronic well aint that ironic thats why they call us the Doobies cause we give the porno flicks to do us a floosey drop the panties and give up the booty I think I'll pass, she's got the coodies so we get the funk on to find us a groupie you tell the hope, they're aint nottin like a doobie groovy, as I funk up the room Wopbabalubop balap bam boom Verse 3: I generate power, devower cowards in an hour whos got the funeral flowers I cut like a sickle, so fuck a Don Rickles I'm flavored like pickles, I killed for a nickel so watcha telling me there aint no Melanie just check out check out um check out my melody handle the vandal, caught in the scandal hands will lift when I sing soprano flavors what I kick, I'm strong like a viking call me a psycic, but Mikey says he likes it I pump the ill disco, I'm out like a missile who blow the whistle, I blast like a pistol kapow boom, so give me some room as I Wopbabalubop balap bam boom |
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| 3:18 |
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| 3:51 |
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| 3:13 |
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Well here's the intro It's nice and simple Cuz Son's the nympho Yo there's the info I'm the B boy Who takes out decoys Like Leonard Nimoy I heard Bruce Leroy I'm catchin' bullets With my teeth To make it brief Yo I got no beef But I'm feelin' iry That's in my diary My voice is fiery Fuck my rivalry I drink pina colady I get diabolic Like the bubonic Plague Egg is the shape of my dome Don't bring it home if you can't use a comb I side with the Dukes For all my folks I rock the crowd and go for broke Chorus: Cuz the funk's on me... the funk's on me... the funk's on me (2x) I'll do the tango to the Star Spangled Play the bango then eat a mango Cuz I funk daily Like Pearl Bailey I'm not an Israeli But I'm hittin' like Halley's Comet Drop it Funk is the topic I'm off like a rocket A porno in a pocket I'm different Funk's what I'm stimpin' Like Andy Griffith Think I'll go fishin' Catch me a crooner The crazy Son dueler Mr. Wang also got big fat cojones Step to the fellow Like Abbott and Costello I'm kinda mellow yet I can't stand yellow Chorus (4x) Bridge I kick the phat funk For your back trunk No, I smack punks Who's Michael Jackson? Cuz I rock a party Good golly Miss Molly Know I'm flava like beef teriyaki Skills are scorchin' Here's a portion Punk, use caution Like Wheel of Fortune Go round and round Where will it stop? I throw hip hop So I'll never get dropped The Soul Assasin Who's strong like Sampson I'm ill like Manson I'm harrassin' Empty MC's So punk, don't tempt me You know I'm flava Just like dente Chorus (6x |
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