If I drop them dogs a broke nose gets clubbed
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 y'all
Ya better stand clear 'cause I know no fear
When I hit you with the baseball bat in the ear
It's 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 thirty-one flavors
Mocha, chocolate the number-one toke up
Play your punk ass like a hand in poker
Hearts, clovers, diamonds, shrooms
Wopbabalubop balap bam boom
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 chronic, well ain't that ironic?
That's why they call us the Doobies (Scooby-Doobies)
'Cause we give the porno flicks to do us a floozy
Drop the panties and give up the booty
I think I'll pass, she's got the cooties
So we get the funk on to find us a groupie
You tell the hope, they're ain't nothin' like a doobie
Groovy, as I funk up the room
Wopbabalubop balap bam boom
I generate power, devour cowards in an hour
Who's got the funeral flowers?
I cut like a sickle, so fuck a Don Rickles
I'm flavored like pickles, I've killed for a nickel
So what ya telling me? There ain't no felony
Just check out, check out, um, check out my melody
Handle the vandal, caught in the scandal
Candles are lit when I sing soprano
Flavor's what I kick, I'm strong like a viking
Call me a psychic, 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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