Texty:
Funkdoobiest

me I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee Ain't got the patience Blowin' up your stations Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients The funk, funk, funkdoobiest

't shit the bitches be acting like its gold Sucking, fat lips swelled with the ovaries The space in between was her urinary opening Vagina walls pollute my dick with the uterus Funkdoobiest

It was the voice of a courageous explorer A man dedicated to the pursuit of man's knowledge And the expansion of his horizons The funkiest, the funkiest

We used to go to school with this girl She wore the fat truck earrings an' the diamonds an' pearls Angel on the catfish, straight 'A' scholarship Smart

As sure as the sun rises in the East It also sets in the West Our sons done it, the gods never fronted Whore nuns fuck a devil when the weight got hunted

I can do the somber Like in November Then rock a crowd while I'm in my pajamas Like Tito Puente I am muy caliente Fuck Kunta Kinte Cuz Son is the sensei

(feat. Cam) You don't really wanna really, really FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot That's right We got Cam on the mothership Wicky-wicky-wicky, riding

feat. Cobra Red, Daz Dillinger) [Sun Doobie] Don't worry, Kingpin Don Sun Juan Papi Chulo, the only one, fun Shake your booty, for my crew FunkDoobie

me I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee Ain't got the patience Blowin' up your stations Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients The funk, funk, funkdoobiest