If I drop them dogs, a broke gets clubbed Then I that jaw 'cause you know I get raw I when I used to sit on the see saw Now, I just 'em up, shoot 'em up, dog
Ya stand clear 'cause I show no fear When I hit you with the bat in the air It's gonna be on when the shit goes So, you better be clown
I cock that hammer then I that trigger Better run quick 'cause put the hole right in ya Look what I ya, the ill behavior got the 31 flavors
Smoke a chocolate, the number 1 up Play your ass like a hand in poker Hearts, clovers, diamonds, Wopbabalubop, balap, bam
Who the do you think you are? I got the funk blasting out car Now, what the are you gonna do? I'll your ass up with my Funkdoobie crew
Here the son, but not the ruler It's the dooler, on the wine cooler We hit the chronic, well that ironic
That's why they us the Doobies we give the porno flicks to do us a floosy Drop the and give up the booty I think pass, she's got the coodies
So, we get the funk on to find us a You the hope, they're ain't nottin' like a doobie Groovy, as I up the room Wopbabalubop, balap, bam
I generate power, devour cowards in an got the funeral flowers? I cut a sickle, so fuck a Don Rickles I'm flavored pickles, I killed for a nickel
So, telling me there ain't no Melanie check out, check out, 'um check out my melody Handle the vandal, caught in the Hands will lift I sing soprano
Flavors what I kick, I'm like a viking Call me a psychic, but says he likes it I pump the ill disco, I'm out like a Who blow the whistle, I like a pistol
Kapow boom, so me some room As I Wopbabalubop, balap, bam