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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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from Funkdoobiest - Which Doobie U B ? (1993)
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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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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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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from Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (1995)
As sure as the sun rises in the east
It also sets in the west Verse 1: Our sons done it, the gods never fronted whore nuns fuck a devil when the weight got hunted my soul was swepping, my mind keep stepping in the depths of hell yet I fell from the lesson my soul leaves the body the situations nody original invisible to the ones who are tardy a class for the better, cause I be writing letters setting shit straight one laugh at one shepard her face turns purple and demons in the surb I held my breathe and I left out the wound kinda fertile from the east the light shines onto the west a test for the gods cause that's just where they rest a tune for serenity, fucking up the enemy if anyone makes it then that's the way its ment to be tryed her, the times of a fighter cause I'll supply Phife then step out the side door If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on, rock on Verse 2: The gods keep praying, saviors ain't saving nobodys soul yet the devil keeps playing and kicked out the heavens I rest on the seven west of 85 if your chest type are warring now is the mystery one peace for victory cause I know gods that will put you out your mysery justice will lead em, deprived you of freedom the beat broke the seal even though you don't need em the beats and the Harlet, the land is a target the truth will prevail but not many say far fetched from 24 elders and half its 12, ruler bitches mess with knowledge of sale If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on, rock on Verse 3: Lets see, it started with the serpent messing with Eve cause she wasn't certain nobodys got a temper, a spiritual dilemma enter in the realm where the spirits in the center fuck perpetrating, cause they'll murder Satan see faith broke the seal while the world be waiting he left it all to Jesus, I'm picking up the pieces friends that's deceased can never read my thesis don't be resurrected and times got so hectic demons ain't elected while the money gets collected the gods get theirs and the word is born I mean the signs of the future is what they saw and the four living castles, lifes got no hassles its all real real just one big feascal no soul held me hostage, angels kill the nonsense bond is my word, but first do the knowledge If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on |
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from Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (1995)
Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house...
1994, representing....keeping it real...one time I step out the door, and left undisturbed I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats Talking to the brothes in the alley, the word The party's at 7, and girls are with their babies The kids are playing handball and it's about 80 I rolled out with T-Funk, in the t-bird Pump the t-bass, hell of course, then we made that you-turn The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up 'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up Stopped at the light, acting like nothing happened We went about our way, brothers domino slapping Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearing T popped the top and had all the hookers staring Chorus On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner (Oh Yeah in background reapeated) (4x) Brothas shootin see-lo, try to meet expenses Homies at the park tired, sleep on benches Standing buy the payphone, make the call to Ralph Ms (-Yo Ralph, what's up nigga? -Yo what up dawg? -What time you want to get up tonight? -Around 10 -Word -Yo what's all that noise in the back man?) Homies getting loud right in front of my building The street lights came on, a cool breeze feeling For the nights what i need, my aura feels special What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled Brothers want to hustle on the corner, scheming Then i ran back and got ready for that evening Chorus I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted The music was blasting, look here, but what's this I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk The room was kinda hot, holusinate and see 1 See 2 girls by the hallway, all day Staring at my grill, these females want to play Girls dim the lights and dance 'til the morning My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toeing To the back with the homies, you know the rest It was late that night, after everyone had left Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered Leaving with this girl from my block that i took I said peace to the homies, now i'm out to hit the hooker Chorus Oh Yeah(fades with song) |
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from Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (1995)
I can feel the pressure
I take drastic measures That sex on my mind And the black tie on my dresser Fills to the A.M. I'm gonna pay 'em I could pack a nine Play the ghetto, really play 'em I'm just waitin' for the Libra Judges, don't ya see one Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one Can't inhale my doobie Ain't it kinda groovy You'll be shinin' like a ruby It ain't nuttin' to me Son'll make it happen I'm out like the phantom Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams Enter the mind, not many make it out 'Cuz even real niggas don't know what I'm about I'll drink my liquor, the world's gettin' sicker Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture? I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I wake up cold sweatin' I hear the gats wettin' Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is Hell on a platter Too much for your data Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter? Robbin' me softly Bitch, back up off me I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee Ain't got the patience Blowin' up your stations Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients The funk, funk, funkdoobiest Tomorrow I'll be vibin' To see a different aura It'll flow jamma Slim, let it simmer In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I don't need the drama All these mack mamas wanna freak a nigga down And take his black toma I'm tired of the plottin', my hood smells rotten Tell all these niggas that son ain't forgotten Thank you for the memories And you know you can't get to me 'cuz I'm drinkin' Hennessey Relieve that stressin', back to the essense I rest with the best, I won't leave you guessin' Fear is surrounded The molar gets pounded I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces On the double, stumble into trouble The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble I hold my composure takin' out these soldiers Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) |
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from Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (1995)
(Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city Making ends meat, getting by Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles for the answer Confusion will attack in a cold blooded manner But cancer kills my society, no need to lie to me Real people fighting always try to be Correct with the mental and upright with the info Catching hell, paying dues but could it be so simple? The dark cold planet, you can't take the drama Don't worry, underprivileged got the bullet proof armor Surviving's just a job as they dodge caps daily People goin' crazy, everyone who raised me Thanks to my moms, and thanks to my pops And thanks to the youth rowdy on the roof top Who warned me of trouble so son, get the bonus I dedicate this to those who kept me focused To my brother Big E, yo rest in peace To the dead money makers, rest in peace To my little cousin Shawn, rest in peace To the slang gang bangers, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) This goes out to all my peoples locked down And waiting for the days to see the sun and the clouds The stormy weather came, of course, we ignored it Praying for parole in prison, see the warden Release from the pen, 8 to 10 on your feet You're working, building, staying strong, watch the heat Deceit lies snitching, you became a victim The bitch sewed you quick on the phone in the kitchen Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision Times is frustrating when nobody listens Is this because they forget and regret To acknowledge one another? But all do respect To the veterans, experts, inmates in the cell Keep your eyes on the prize, see you soon wish you well To my brothers doing life, rest in peace To my man on this disc, rest in peace To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace To all the lost souls, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) This is dedicated to the niggas on the block Serving up those rocks and keeping knots This is dedicated to the girls of the night Rock on 'til the break of light This is dedicated to the BM's, the Benz and the Jeeps And the city that don't sleep Dedicated, dedicated to the herb and smuggling (Dedicated, dedicated) Much love for Puerto Rico And my homeboy Tito This is dedicated to the sun, the moon, and the stars Peace to all the gods (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) This is dedicated to my niggas on the Hill and in the House You know what it's about This is dedicated to Gunsmoke, the 1 30 crew (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) To Miss Rosa May, rest in peace To the baby who's aborted, rest in peace To my Uncle Pop-o, rest in peace For those who lost their minds, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) Mr. Robert Blundin, rest in peace To the child in the drive-by, rest in peace To the one called stompa, rest in peace To those who overdosed, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) Rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) |
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Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4
Verse 1: One vagina, two vagina just like a minor I'm gonna go deep paid fuck for reminder doobie can't spark itch my dick with the clitoris isn't this cause all the pussy can't get with this shaving the anus, smelly who sprayed it she grabbed my dick with the pussy lips sagging i just fuck the pussy, then I just throw it out it ain't shit the bitches be acting like its gold sucking, fat lips swelled with the ovaries the space in between was her urinary opening vagina walls pollute my dick with the uteris Funkdoobiest, yo girls ain't used to this fallopean tubes, the pussy's pulsating and clitoris is hot my way I'm masterbating waiting for the skin, but isn't all for me though the pussy ain't shit fuck a bitch and her ego Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 Verse 2: What was that, the pussy just farted I lubricate the lips vagina walls had parted the cervix of her uteris, I saw Mrs. Diaphram pussy ain't shit give it to me in a frying pan who's catching coodies pussy gotta doodie brush with the remedy we'll give it up the booty a turn on, the passage to the female genitals i won't play myself and giving em my principal physical, female, anatomy sad to see a pressed pussy lip drip so don't be mad at me brothas in prison doing time for the coochie the tuna, the shrimp, the snatch, and the sushi vaginas discharged, spots on the panties unsanitary cause the pussy's too hairy Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 Verse 3: Nigga want to die for the pussy and fight for the pussy kill for the clit yo I ain't going out it's just me on the marrow, a muscle for the friction cold sex for no sex that's my prediction diction, speak the x-rated lingo waiting on my dick I hit the g-spot bingo pussy lips wrinkled, the wet soft and nappy a menstrating cycle that's never acting happy hormones, metapause, cramps yo I wonder pussy can't bury niggas six feet under others won't listen, vaginas all busted Son's so disgusted, can't be trusted infested, dirty with the monostat 7 rotten was the clitoris and pussy lips infected remember I said the first time it came to me now I look back and shit it's all the same to me Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 |
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I caught Spider-Man jerkin' off in a booth To a Wonder Woman comic Then the Bionic Bitch fucked the Hulk a.k.a. Bruce Banner Did I see Santa No, it's the Green Lantern Little Bo Peep cold fucked her sheep Keep eatin' that pussy Fuck the ?? Best fucked a bitch Bullwinkle's kinda moosy Triple X, hardcore Nigga fucked a floozy Miss Piggy Gotta pick a sticky Mickey Mouse pulled her blouse Smoked a blunt for the hicky Dorothy, Tin Man, the Lion and the Scarecrow Messin' with the pussy Hairy just like the werewolf Cyclops, Wolverine And the Nightcrawler Went to a bar And, yo, they had dollars Roll in the parlor Hittin' off switches For Richie Rich riches Pulls all the bitches I turned on the headset Like Judy Jetson Here comes Barbie Look who she lets in Hansel, Gretel Gretel, fuck the kettle Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun (It's a small world) Ready for some call girl Wrapped around her neck A lace that was all pearls Nights had Medusa Dancin' on tables Joker's got a lap dance From Charlie's Angels It's night In a secret hideaway somewhere in Gotham City As a woman in a feline costume Strokes a Siamese cat And speaks to several well-dressed men Twinkle, twinkle On a star Superho, tell me who you are Catwoman in a red tight see-thru Dancin' on a pole With a do-see-do Mosy on out Now where goes that ho they call Cinderella Makin' men jealous Like Dick Tracy Tweety, Sylvester (Sufferin' succotash) Cuz Snow White's gonna be fuckin' all night Strobelite dancin' in front of the mirror He-Man's fuckin' with Smurfette and She-Ra The freaky, freaky deeky Wilma Flintstone Betty, too Is she ready for the nympho? |
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(feat. Cobra Red, Daz Dillinger)
[Sun Doobie] Don't worry, Kingpin Don Sun Juan Papi Chulo, the only one, fun Shake your booty, for my crew FunkDoobie Yours truly lonely sleestak, kick my duty Gettin groovy, Funk is ?Sun-ny to the Boonies? Black hoodie, they'll say I'm home now boogie What they told me, ?bunch of germ tango showbie? Mango juicy, you know who I be Latin formanizer, luxury liner Fly designer, penthouse hind finder Nuttin finer, than this latin mic sniper Godiva's know who's hype, who brings it liver [Chorus] Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la caldera Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la baca, ahh Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Ohhh baby let me see your body move... [Daz Dillinger] Papi wid it, notice how we rush the floor we get it Yo who did it (he did it) we bustin and we watch the deez spinnin This inner zone's forbidden, Daz Dillinger comin With the force of a cobra, and now you been bitten Bustin to the extreme, show my, broadest and realest You know me to get the illest, now hah, can you feel it? Dope, gangsta FunkDoobie, all in my trunk, every Time you see me but you won't, check out the way I Smash stumps to rude comps, what? Breakin down your doors, for you and yours, say what? Bronze Tony's baddest status, a mean being The brother's the toughest and the baddest, hah hah Check it out [Chorus] [Sun Doobie] The rugged 'Rican puts five to your blunts and Congo drummin, countin stacks by the hundreds Doobie's comin, so don't act stubborn Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut [Cobra Red] Senorita, toast strawberry margarita Lady like ?man of bring? the pool out the heater Big cash, no time for laughs when you request ?over? for hire, hoes retire, the battle was won By the rest, we take your chest, intrude a vibe That is best, game sewed up tight, like a seamstress Petite, in a long ?spleen skin? skirt, puttin it work Pushin em in the dirt, doin the maneuver, by being a flirt flirt [Chorus] Papi Chulo, I wanna do The things you do, you make me move Do what you do when you do What you doooo Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Whoaaaahhh baby let me see Your body moveeeeee! [Sun Doobie x2] Mueve las caderas Muevela pa' aca Aqui esta Senor boricua Soy el papichulo Papichulo Soy el papichulo Papichul |
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from Funkdoobiest - The Trouble Shooters (1998)
It's a new day but it all feels old
It's a good life thar's what i'm told But everything it all just feels the same and my high school it felt more to me like jail cell a penitentiary my time spent there it only made me see that i don't ever wanna be like you i don't wanna do the things you do i'm never gonna hear the words you say 'cause i don't ever wanna i don't ever wanna be you...don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up you don't wanna be you go to college a university get a real job that's what they said to me but i could never live the way they want i'm gonna get by and just do my time out of step while they all get in line i'm just a minor threat so pay no mind do you really wanna be like them do you really wanna be another trend do you wanna be part of that crowd 'cause i dont ever wanna...no i don't ever wanna be you... don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hand s up you don't wanna be you shake it once thats fine shake it twice thats okay shake it three times your playing with yourself again you don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the athem throw all your hands up yuo all got to feel me sing if your with me you don't wanna be just like you this is the anthem throw all your hands up you all got to feel me sing if you with me i'll never use a rat comb....... |
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[Policeman]
"Que es lo que esta pasando aqui?" (What is happening here?) [Doobie] All my indeginous, vigorous, rigorous Mic beligerent, acts be delivering Sound city as girls dance permiscuous Ambigous catch, real rap carnivorous Into this M.C, roll up the set, si Claro que si, who keeps it wet like jet skis Doobie gets Desi, deadly with the disco Don Francisco of the club, rubber-dub Put your hands in the sky, for this abominable Stage phenominal, arsenal unstoppable Mad maniac, the brainiac logical Son's latin mic rules, like King Monaco Oye Papi [x2] FunkDoobie Mic agression, that's my profession True confession, hear Hip-Hops progression Three dimension, starship's connection SonDoob's relentless, sound check erection Expression, that inspect your audio Bar room, dancehall, the flow, bodyflow Como no?, yo soy the exceptional Skill's professional, omega alphabetical Laugh hysterical, party vivacious Anticipates Son, this funk, excavation Declaration, peace to Zulu Nation You can't incarcerate this rap creation Oye Papi [x2] FunkDoobie Oye Papi "Sounds you about to hear Can be devastating to your hears" Clubs surrender, first time offenders Mind bender, blender, get the bartender The contender, sipping wet Amarettos WintChester blasting, keynote addresso One two selector, rap Prime sinister Perpendicular to a stickup with the Dilinger Visit us, party like Caligula Verhicular manslaughter, dancefloor particular Twelve cylinder, horsepower blunted Rican Hit the streets, or beneath the firebreathing Yo lo hice, so i could freak the recent When D.J.'s the mic, it's open season Oye Papi [x2] FunkDoobie Oye Papi [x4] |
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from Funkdoobiest - The Trouble Shooters (1998)
(feat. Cam)
You don't really wanna really, really FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot That's right We got Cam on the mothership Wicky-wicky-wicky, riding that cosmic funk It's all about that money man Hey Doobie, where you at? [SonDoobie] Hey, yo, what's that sound Who freaks the funk, while Son grabs the pound I don't count my loot-chee, Doobie gots the cool breeze Box of jewelry, no hope is what your crew say Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies ?, off on my lonely Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging If you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on it If you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on it [Cam] Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride? East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe True soldiers, we ain't out here just acting down Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown They crackind down, now brothers can't even hang Four deep, without them calling us a gang Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo? And that do make a nigga want to smash Homo-police, not po' white trash Cash rule everything around us so, you know That's the reason that the clout is for Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how You got to act on it If you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on it If you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on it [SonDoobie] Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta I shine in Heaven, now I'll try High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i See my legs cooped like ? Twenty-four K, we parlay by night We ride the funk, ? Night trumps collide, apply the mind set Come on, let's go to work And let me see that body jerk Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple Latin lingo, connect ? ?, stash the loot in the Limo Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window If you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain't on it, well act on it And my niggas celebrating, drink on it Select-mode on the slam on it, now To ba-ba-bank on it A-Doobie-Doobie, yall A-Doobie-Doobie You don't really want to really, really You don't really want to really, really |
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from Funkdoobiest - The Trouble Shooters (1998)
(feat. Cobra Red, Daz Dillinger)
[Sun Doobie] Don't worry, Kingpin Don Sun Juan Papi Chulo, the only one, fun Shake your booty, for my crew FunkDoobie Yours truly lonely sleestak, kick my duty Gettin groovy, Funk is ?Sun-ny to the Boonies? Black hoodie, they'll say I'm home now boogie What they told me, ?bunch of germ tango showbie? Mango juicy, you know who I be Latin formanizer, luxury liner Fly designer, penthouse hind finder Nuttin finer, than this latin mic sniper Godiva's know who's hype, who brings it liver [Chorus] Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la caldera Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la baca, ahh Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Ohhh baby let me see your body move... [Daz Dillinger] Papi wid it, notice how we rush the floor we get it Yo who did it (he did it) we bustin and we watch the deez spinnin This inner zone's forbidden, Daz Dillinger comin With the force of a cobra, and now you been bitten Bustin to the extreme, show my, broadest and realest You know me to get the illest, now hah, can you feel it? Dope, gangsta FunkDoobie, all in my trunk, every Time you see me but you won't, check out the way I Smash stumps to rude comps, what? Breakin down your doors, for you and yours, say what? Bronze Tony's baddest status, a mean being The brother's the toughest and the baddest, hah hah Check it out [Chorus] [Sun Doobie] The rugged 'Rican puts five to your blunts and Congo drummin, countin stacks by the hundreds Doobie's comin, so don't act stubborn Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut [Cobra Red] Senorita, toast strawberry margarita Lady like ?man of bring? the pool out the heater Big cash, no time for laughs when you request ?over? for hire, hoes retire, the battle was won By the rest, we take your chest, intrude a vibe That is best, game sewed up tight, like a seamstress Petite, in a long ?spleen skin? skirt, puttin it work Pushin em in the dirt, doin the maneuver, by being a flirt flirt [Chorus] Papi Chulo, I wanna do The things you do, you make me move Do what you do when you do What you doooo Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Whoaaaahhh baby let me see Your body moveeeeee! [Sun Doobie x2] Mueve las caderas Muevela pa' aca Aqui esta Senor boricua Soy el papichulo Papichulo Soy el papichulo Papichul |
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from Friday (1995)
I caught Spider-Man jerkin' off in a booth To a Wonder Woman comic Then the Bionic Bitch fucked the Hulk a.k.a. Bruce Banner Did I see Santa No, it's the Green Lantern Little Bo Peep cold fucked her sheep Keep eatin' that pussy Fuck the ?? Best fucked a bitch Bullwinkle's kinda moosy Triple X, hardcore Nigga fucked a floozy Miss Piggy Gotta pick a sticky Mickey Mouse pulled her blouse Smoked a blunt for the hicky Dorothy, Tin Man, the Lion and the Scarecrow Messin' with the pussy Hairy just like the werewolf Cyclops, Wolverine And the Nightcrawler Went to a bar And, yo, they had dollars Roll in the parlor Hittin' off switches For Richie Rich riches Pulls all the bitches I turned on the headset Like Judy Jetson Here comes Barbie Look who she lets in Hansel, Gretel Gretel, fuck the kettle Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun (It's a small world) Ready for some call girl Wrapped around her neck A lace that was all pearls Nights had Medusa Dancin' on tables Joker's got a lap dance From Charlie's Angels It's night In a secret hideaway somewhere in Gotham City As a woman in a feline costume Strokes a Siamese cat And speaks to several well-dressed men Twinkle, twinkle On a star Superho, tell me who you are Catwoman in a red tight see-thru Dancin' on a pole With a do-see-do Mosy on out Now where goes that ho they call Cinderella Makin' men jealous Like Dick Tracy Tweety, Sylvester (Sufferin' succotash) Cuz Snow White's gonna be fuckin' all night Strobelite dancin' in front of the mirror He-Man's fuckin' with Smurfette and She-Ra The freaky, freaky deeky Wilma Flintstone Betty, too Is she ready for the nympho? |
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