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    Funkdoobiest / Lyrics

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    "Wopbabalubop" Lyrics

    Funkdoobiest

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    [B-Real]
    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

    [T-Funk]
    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 ain't that ironic
    That's 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 ain't nottin like a doobie
    Groovy, as I funk up the room
    Wopbabalubop balap bam boom

    [Son Doobie]
    I generate power, devower 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 killed for a nickel

    So watcha telling me there ain't 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
    This song was submitted on June 5th, 2016 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by DOROTHY LABOSTRIE, JOE LUBIN, RICHARD PENNIMAN.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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