1: If I drop them dogs a broke gets clubed then I crack jaw cause you know I get raw I remember when I to sit on the see saw now I just shoot em up em up dog ya better clear cause I show no fear I hit you with the baseball bat in the air its be on when the shit goes down so you better be clown I cock that hammer then I pull that run quick cause I'll put the hole right in ya look I gave ya the ill behavior got the 31 flavors Smoka chocolate the 1 toke up play your punk ass like a in poker hearts, clovers, diamonds, balap bam boom 2: Who the funk do you think you I got the blasting out your car now what the funk are you do? I'll funk your ass up with my Funkdoobie here comes the Son, but not the it's the dooler, sippin on the wine we hit the well aint that ironic why they call us the Doobies cause we give the porno to do us a floosey drop the panties and up the booty I think I'll pass, got the coodies so we get the funk on to us a groupie you the hope, they're aint nottin like a doobie groovy, as I up the room Wopbabalubop bam boom 3: I generate power, cowards in an hour whos got the funeral I cut a sickle, so fuck a Don Rickles I'm flavored pickles, I killed for a nickel so watcha telling me there no Melanie check out check out um check out my melody handle the vandal, caught in the hands will lift when I sing flavors what I kick, I'm like a viking me a psycic, but Mikey says he likes it I pump the ill disco, I'm out a missile who blow the whistle, I blast a pistol boom, so give me some room as I Wopbabalubop balap bam