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