Wopbabalubop

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 y'all Ya better stand clear 'cause I know no fear When I hit you with the baseball bat in the ear 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 thirty-one flavors Mocha, chocolate the number-one 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 (Scooby-Doobies) 'Cause we give the p***o flicks to do us a floozy Drop the panties and give up the booty I think I'll pass, she's got the cooties So we get the funk on to find us a groupie You tell the hope, they're ain't nothin' 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've killed for a nickel So what ya telling me? There ain't no felony Just check out, check out, um, check out my melody Handle the vandal, caught in the scandal Candles are lit when I sing soprano Flavor's 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