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Udøvende kunstnere

Tekster: Funkdoobiest. Wopbabbalubop.

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, dog

Ya better stand clear 'cause I show no fear
When I hit you with the baseball bat in the air
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 31 flavors

Smoke a chocolate, the number 1 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
'Cause we give the porno flicks to do us a floosy
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

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 killed for a nickel

So, wat'cha 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 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