Yeah Funkdoobie in the house…
1994 representing….keeping it real…one time
I step out the door and left undisturbed
I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb
Them pimps got the curls rollers fancy fur coats
Talking to the brothes in the alley the word
The party’s at 7 and girls are with their babies
The kids are playing handball and it’s about 80
I rolled out with T Funk in the t bird
Pump the t-bass, hell of course, then we made that u-turn
The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up
‘Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up
Stopped at the light, acting like nothing happened
We went about our way, brothers domino slapping
Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearing
T popped the top and had all the hookers staring
Chorus
On the real, the real, what the deal
For my brothas who live and die on the corner
(Oh Yeah in background reapeated)
(4x)
Brothas shootin c-lo, try to meet expenses
Homies at the park tired, sleep on benches
Standing buy the payphone, make the call to Ralph Ms
(-Yo Ralph, what’s up nigga?
-Yo what up dawg?

-What time you wanna get up tonight?
-Around 10
-Word
-Yo what’s all that noise in the back man?)
Homies getting loud right in front of my building
The street lights came on, a cool breeze feeling
For the nights what I need, my aura feels special
What’s up to my neighbors, the day had settled
Brothers wanna hustle on the corner, scheming
Then I ran back and got ready for that evening
Chorus
I’m at the party drunk and my homies look dusted
The music was blasting, look here, but what’s this
I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk
The room was kinda hot, holusinate and see 1
See 2 girls by the hallway, all day
Staring at my grill, these females wanna play
Girls dim the lights and dance ’til the morning
My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toeing
To the back with the homies, you know the rest
It was late that night, after everyone had left
Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers
I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered
Leaving with this girl from my block that I took
I said peace to the homies, now i’m out to hit the hooker
Chorus
Oh Yeah(fades with song)

As sure as the sun rises in the east
It also sets in the west
Verse 1:
Our sons done it the gods never fronted
Whore nuns fuck a devil when the weight got hunted
My soul was swepping my mind keep stepping
In the depths of hell yet I fell from the lesson
My soul leaves the body the situations nody
Original invisible to the ones who are tardy
A class for the better cause I be writing letters
Setting shit straight one laugh at one shepard
Her face turns purple and demons in the surb
I held my breathe and I left out the wound kinda fertile
From the east the light shines onto the west
A test for the gods cause thats just where they rest
A tune for serenity, fucking up the enemy
If anyone makes it then thats the way its ment to be
Tryed her, the times of a fighter
Cause I’ll supply Phife then step out the side door
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on, rock on
Verse 2:
The gods keep praying, saviors aint saving
Nobodys soul yet the devil keeps playing
And kicked out the heavens I rest on the seven
West of 85 if your chest type are warring
Now is the mystery one peace for victory
Cause I know gods that will put you out your mysery
Justice will lead em, deprived you of freedom
The beat broke the seal even though you don’t need em
The beats and the Harlet, the land is a target
The truth will prevail but not many say far fetched
From 24 elders and half its 12, ruler
Bitches mess with knowledge of sale
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on

If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on, rock on
Verse 3:
Lets see, it started with the serpent
Messing with Eve cause she wasn’t certain
Nobodys got a temper, a spiritual dilemma
Enter in the realm where the spirits in the center
Fuck perpetrating, cause they’ll murder Satan
See faith broke the seal while the world be waiting
He left it all to Jesus, I’m picking up the pieces
Friends thats deceased can never read my thesis
Don’t be resurrected and times got so hectic
Demons aint elected while the money gets collected
The gods get theirs and the word is born
I mean the signs of the future is what they saw
And the four living castles, lifes got no hassles
Its all real real just one big feascal
No soul held me hostage, angels kill the nonsense
Bond is my word, but first do the knowledge
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on
If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on
Rock on

Verse 1:
We used to go to school with this girl
She wore the fat truck earings and the diamonds and pearls
Angel on the catfish straight “A” scholarship
Smart career had it all all brains and I’ll admit
With the face of a goddess packed a real boddess
I mean nobody was the hottest
Around the way fine she was looking real decent
Graduated soon I aint seen her recent
Till one night I rolled out pretty far
She was shaking her ass and getting loud at the bar
90 pounds heavy with the rolls on her belly
And her underarms smelly
What happened to my class queen?
I mean her breath was stinking, fought off with the apple sheen
Speed freak in a g-string dancing
Teasing me, plus telling me I’m handsome
Looked like she had enough to keep herself up
That’s what they told me cause I had swelter
Que Sera Sera was ment to be, its gonna be
Que Sera Sera was ment to be, its gonna be

Verse 2:
We used to run around town in static cane
My crew was automatically down, drinking
Hanging with the fellas on the corner
If full pulled up replied your a gonner
Pay backs a bitch and you best watch your back
I laughed in his face he was grazed off tracks
He rolled out angry, homie look alert
Fuck that we don’t need no one hurt
Off the trouble nine scents of manic deprescent
Crack that adolescent tell one doubt not
I heard her shout bang out, right on the corner
Where all my homies hang out
He killed the boy all unexpected
Now he thinks his hood should respect him
No one should die cause of me
I scalped your bitch and ruptured her spline
Me and my crew know where he stay at
Fools been warned so here’s your pay back
Que Sera Sera was ment to be, its gonna be
Que Sera Sera was ment to be, its gonna be

[Policeman]
“Que es lo que esta pasando aqui?”
(What is happening here?)

[Doobie]
All my indeginous vigorous rigorous
Mic beligerent acts be delivering
Sound city as girls dance permiscuous
Ambigous catch real rap carnivorous
Into this M.C roll up the set si
Claro que si who keeps it wet like jet skis
Doobie gets Desi deadly with the disco
Don Francisco of the club rubber dub
Put your hands in the sky, for this abominable
Stage phenominal, arsenal unstoppable
Mad maniac, the brainiac logical
Son’s latin mic rules, like King Monaco

Oye Papi 2x
FunkDoobie

Mic agression, that’s my profession
True confession, hear Hip-Hops progression
Three dimension, starship’s connection
SonDoob’s relentless, sound check erection
Expression, that inspect your audio
Bar room, dancehall, the flow, bodyflow
Como no?, yo soy the exceptional

Skill’s professional, omega alphabetical
Laugh hysterical, party vivacious
Anticipates Son, this funk, excavation
Declaration, peace to Zulu Nation
You can’t incarcerate this rap creation

Oye Papi 2x
FunkDoobie
Oye Papi

“Sounds you about to hear
Can be devastating to your hears”

Clubs surrender, first time offenders
Mind bender, blender, get the bartender
The contender, sipping wet Amarettos
WintChester blasting, keynote addresso
One two selector, rap Prime sinister
Perpendicular to a stickup with the Dilinger
Visit us, party like Caligula
Verhicular manslaughter, dancefloor particular
Twelve cylinder, horsepower blunted Rican
Hit the streets, or beneath the firebreathing
Yo lo hice, so I could freak the recent
When D.J.’s the mic, it’s open season

Oye Papi 2x
FunkDoobie
Oye Papi 4x