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Funkdoobiest – It Ain’t Goin Down

Here we go (repeated)
I suffer from the worst torment burn my flesh
Screaming from the mercy I fell from the rest
Humiliate dissappoint i’m stressed with the headache
My heart stopped beating quick the paramedics
I heal from the wounds realived or fatigued
Many still at ease from the struggle pray for peace
Aggrivate a soul who’s at fault is it now
Embarassed from the frauds that are hostile and wild
Don’t blow the fuse, so what, just for instance
Niggas wanna set it, fool, make no difference
Loonie of the looniest, the mighty Funkdoobiest
So fuck you and that fake crew that you be with
Chorus
We ain’t hearin’ it, havin’ it, it ain’t goin’ down
(Fuck what you heard, it’s about what ya hearin’)
(4x)
They try to put shame in the name and kill a back stabber
The sucka ducked shit, of course it made me madder
Matters worse, the situations knotty
Nobody’s dolly in society’s party
Reveal all the evil that occured in the act
Bloody was the incident, shall burst in you back
The price of betrayal, the faces turn pale

Rumors have failed, truth have prevailed
Tales in the mist, but don’t believe the nonsense
Everybody’s getting over, nobody’s honest
Break a promise to sabotage fortune
A portion of lies, who could be the spy
Sneaking in the film, mini reel, keep it solid
The loot on their mind with their eye on their wallet
Chours
99 bottles of beer on the wall
Anonther all gone cause T-Funk drunk ‘em all
I call all you peasents in fear near the hour
Niggas self destruct, implode from the power
Tower
Many of corse have seen the 4 fronts
Smoking more blunts and fucking more stunts
Seems like an epidemic, the phony spreading
Giving altrocidies, didn’t see the dead end
Whatcha gonna do with the picca boo 1, 2
Break a fool up in this bitch nothing knew
Cause you’ll be the victim, treason is the reason
Don’t wanna be locked down for the season
These are the schemes that prove themselves evident
Incomplete, non-sipher, irrevilent
Chorus
Here we go (fades with song)

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Funkdoobiest – I’m Shittin’ On ‘em

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
I funk with the black belt
You better step back hell
I can Get Smart
Just like Agent Maxwell
I don’t give a fuck G
Hey hey we’re the Monkees
I’ll rock a rhyme to the end of the month see
I go on and on
Like a marathon
I sing like Sarah Vaughn
But like the underground
I flip through some kung-fu
You know that I’ve come to
Freak the ill shit
You just can’t undo
Chorus:
Son, get it funky (I’m shittin’ on ‘em, shittin’ on ‘em) (4x)
Son, get it funky (yo, I’m shittin’ on ‘em)
I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick
Or the Philharmonic
I’ll drop atomic
Vocals, solo
Like Sonny Bono
I got you babe… but who’s got the pornos?
I’m iller than a wino
I’m not an albino
I charge like a rhino
You put me in a ???
When I rob shit, bomb shit

Some say I’m obnoxious
I don’t give a fuck
I’ll make you feel nauseous
Row, row your boat
Gently down the street
I’ll take you all out
With my funk doobie team
I got the skills, kid
Like Rumplestilskin
I put out gold, get smooth like Jackie Wilson
Singin’ soprano
Move to the piano
Hey, where’s the ???
Our shit will be in ???
Chorus (4x
I shoobee-do-pop
Hip hop like Sinatra
I spray my Binaca
Then shake my maracas
Hey, it’s the swinga
Fuck a humdinger with a finger
Yo, it’s the ultimate singer
Kumbaya, yo kumbaya
Like Belafonte
But what’s Del Monte?
I kicks the flava
The ill funk behavior
Sick like polio
Wild like a rodeo
Out there in Kansas
Punk, check the classic
Get your ass kicked
So hop in the casket
I’m rockin calipso
Who’s got the Nabisco
I cook like Crisco
I pump the ill disco
Chorus (8x)

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Funkdoobiest – Funk’s On Me

Well here’s the intro
It’s nice and simple
Cuz Son’s the nympho
Yo there’s the info
I’m the B boy
Who takes out decoys
Like Leonard Nimoy
I heard Bruce Leroy
I’m catchin’ bullets
With my teeth
To make it brief
Yo I got no beef
But I’m feelin’ iry
That’s in my diary
My voice is fiery
Fuck my rivalry
I drink pina colady
I get diabolic
Like the bubonic
Plague
Egg is the shape of my dome
Don’t bring it home if you can’t use a comb
I side with the Dukes
For all my folks
I rock the crowd and go for broke
Chorus:
Cuz the funk’s on me… the funk’s on me… the funk’s on me (2x)
I’ll do the tango to the Star Spangled
Play the bango then eat a mango
Cuz I funk daily
Like Pearl Bailey
I’m not an Israeli
But I’m hittin’ like Halley’s
Comet
Drop it
Funk is the topic
I’m off like a rocket

A porno in a pocket
I’m different
Funk’s what I’m stimpin’
Like Andy Griffith
Think I’ll go fishin’
Catch me a crooner
The crazy Son dueler
Mr. Wang also got big fat cojones
Step to the fellow
Like Abbott and Costello
I’m kinda mellow yet I can’t stand yellow
Chorus (4x)
Bridge
I kick the phat funk
For your back trunk
No, I smack punks
Who’s Michael Jackson?
Cuz I rock a party
Good golly Miss Molly
Know I’m flava like beef teriyaki
Skills are scorchin’
Here’s a portion
Punk, use caution
Like Wheel of Fortune
Go round and round
Where will it stop?
I throw hip hop
So I’ll never get dropped
The Soul Assasin
Who’s strong like Sampson
I’m ill like Manson
I’m harrassin’
Empty MC’s
So punk, don’t tempt me
You know I’m flava
Just like dente
Chorus (6x)

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Funkdoobiest – Dedicated

Dedicated(repeated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city
Making ends meat getting by
Thinking ’bout the hustle everybody struggles for the answer
Confusion will attack in a cold blooded manner
But cancer kills my society
No need to lie to me
Real people fighting always try to be
Correct with the mental and upright with the info
Catching hell paying dues but could it be so simple
The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama
Don’t worry, underpriviledged got the bullet proof armor
Surviving’s just a job as they dodge caps daily
People goin crazy
Everyone who raised me
Thanks to my moms, and thanks to my pops
And thanks to the youth rowdy on the roof top
Who warned me of trouble, so son get the bonus
I dedicate this to those who kept me focused
To my brother Big E, yo rest in peace
To the dead money makers, rest in peace
To my little cousin Shawn, rest in peace
To the slang gang bangers, rest in peace
Chorus
Dedicacted(repeated)
I’ve got to live kid
(2x)
This goes out to all my peoples locked down
And waiting for the days to see the sun and the clouds
The stormy weather came, of course we ignored it
Praying for parole in prison, see the warden
Release from the pen, 8 to 10 on your feet
You’re working, building, staying strong, watch the heat
Deciet lies snitching, you became a victim
The bitch sewed you quick on the phone in the kitchen
Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision
Times is frustrating when nobody listens

Is this because they forget and regret
To acknowledge one another, but all do respect
To the veterns, experts, inmates in the cell
Keep your eyes on the prize, see you soon wish you well
To my brothers doing life, rest in peace
To my man on this disc, rest in peace
To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace
To all the lost souls, rest in peace
Chorus
This is dedicated to the niggas on the block
Serving up those rocks and keeping knots
This is dedcated to them girls of the night
Rock on, ’til the break of light
This is dedicated to the bms, the benz, and the jeeps
And the city that don’t sleep
Dedicated, dedicated to the herb and smuggling
Dedicated
Much love for Puerto Rico
And my homeboy Tito
This is dedicated the sun, the moon, and the stars
Peace to all the gods
Dedicated
This is dedicated to my niggas on the Hill and in the House
You know what it’s about
This is dedicated to Gunsmoke, the 1 30 crew
Dedicated
To Miss Rosa May, rest in peace
To the baby who’s aborted, rest in peace
To my uncle Pop-o, rest in peace
For those who lost their minds, rest in peace
Dedicated
Mr. Robert Blundin, rest in peace
To the child in the drive-by, rest in peace
To the one called stompa, rest in peace
To those who overdosed, rest in peace
Chorus
Rest in peace
Dedicated(fades with song)

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Funkdoobiest – Bow Wow Wow

Bow Wow..B Bow Wow…B B Bow Wow….B B B Bow Wow Wow
Bow Wow..B Bow Wow…B B Bow Wow….BOW WOW WOW
B ow Wow(repeated)
I bow wow wow yippy o yippy a to the funk
Punk
I put you in my trunk
Like a good fella I’m a good speller
Yet I get retarded like Hellen Keller
Take it I’ll kick it better I’ll flick it
Just like a booger I fuck around with hookers
Like Tina Turner I’m a fast learner
Earning up my wealth, now I go for self
Like Barney Rubble, who’s always in trouble
I’m quick on the double, you’ll never see me fumble
Like a quaterback, think I outta smack
Wack MCs who think they’re all of that
Chorus
I Bow Wow Wow yippy-o yippy-a to the funk
A Bow Wow Wow
(4x)
It ain’t no hassle, I’ll grab my lasso
Check a punk asshole, like Eddie Haskle

Yet I’m not the reaper or Sigorny Weaver
I’ll bust a stunt punk like cold ???
Then do the polka, I’m iller then the Joker
I’m not mediocar like almond mocca
I’m flavor, behavior is ill when I spill
You’ll be fucked just like Fire Marshall Bill
‘Cause I cause disasters like the Dukes of Hazard
I’ll shatter you kid if you step punk bastard
Zero, weirdo, the funk suerhero
Yeah you scare me, just like a scarecrow
Chorus
Eanni meanni, I funk like Hudini
No I run shit punk, like Mussalini
I’m skinny
Kid like me dreams of tiny bikinis
Ralph rocks a beanie
Flips it, smacks it, do the Michael Jackson
Bring your crew punk, cut you in fractions
Action packed, wanna come back
On the drunk track, sharp like a thumb tac
I’m in the congos, I chill like Tonto
When it comes to the funk, I rock pronto
Chorus

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Funkdoobiest – Act On It

Featuring 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 that cosmic funk
It’s all about that money man
Hey Doobie where you at?

[SonDoobie]
Hey yo what’s that sound
Who freaks the funk while Son grabs the pound
I don’t count my loot chee Doobie gots the cool breeze
Box of jewelry no hope is what your crew say
Blast mecha-uzi, blue eyes go rubies
?, off on my lonely
Doobie is to blame, so I’ll be the sickest
Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging

If you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on it
If you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on it

[Cam]
Wicky-wicky lights, Cam, Whup-whup!, action
Roll sound, let me get down, cuz Cam is in the back Son
Doobie, so who be the niggas that really ride?
East, West, North, South-SIDE! tribe
True soldiers, we ain’t out here just acting down
Cuz nigga all I hang around is Black and Brown
They crackind down, now brothers can’t even hang
Four deep, without them calling us a gang
Cuz slang is what I speak, and bang is what the track do
How the fuck they locking niggas up for a tattoo?
And that do make a nigga want to smash
Homo-police, not po’ white trash

Cash rule everything around us so, you know
That’s the reason that the clout is for
Cuz yo, we all about moving and grooving now
With the high-pro glow, show and prove and how
You got to act on it

If you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on it
If you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on it

[SonDoobie]
Bo-bo-bo, I got your enchi-ai-yai
Mercedes drive by, Son sipping on the Malta
I shine in Heaven, now I’ll try
High-five?, Son hikes to Hawa-i
See my legs cooped like ?
Twenty-four K, we parlay by night
We ride the funk, ?
Night trumps collide, apply the mind set
Come on, let’s go to work
And let me see that body jerk
Girls twitch the middle, watch my chips triple
Latin lingo, connect ?
?, stash the loot in the Limo
Pistol through your bullet-proof, right through a window

If you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on itIf you ain’t on it, well act on it
And my niggas celebrating, drink on it
Select-mode on the slam on it, now
To ba-ba-bank on it

A-Doobie-Doobie, yall
A-Doobie-Doobie
You don’t really want to really, really
You don’t really want to really, really

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Fuel – Untitled

I wanted to feel something
To be something
To see something
I wanted to find
One thing that was mine
And leave this behind
But I can’t find my way
To get far away
And bury these days
Fantasy
Once reality
Becomes such a parody
If I could find

One thing that was mine
I’d leave this behind
But I can’t find my way
To get far away
And bury these days
If shining
Or if shaking
It’s reality faking
If I could find
One thing that was mine
I’d leave this behind
But I can’t find my way
To get far away
And bury these days

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Fuel – Sunburn

The sky was dark this morning
Not a bird in the trees
And silence hung suspicious and anxious
Like a blanket covered scream
And you were gone
You were not there for me
And I cursed the sky and begged the sun to
Fall all over me
This life’s not living baby
Living ain’t free
If I can’t find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down
All my friends are searching
Quiet desperately
Loo into their eyes you’ll see the faithless crying
Save me, save me, save me
And what are they to feel

And who are they to be
And what am I to do with, do with me, but let the sun
Fall all over me
This life’s not living, baby
Living ain’t free
If I can’t find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down
Until my eyes cry out
‘Til my head is free from doubt
‘Til my lungs sigh right out
‘Til I’m wiser
Let the sun
Fall all over me
This life’s not living, baby
Living ain’t free
If I can’t find my way back to me
Let the sun fall down over me
Let the sun fall down

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Fuel – Song For You

It’s all I want
It’s all I needed now it’s through
It all comes back to you
The only one
The one I needed I abuse
More color for the bruise
So I sing this song for you
There’s nothing left for me to do
Goodbye dear one
Venus I thought you’d bless me too
So selfish to presume
Chorus:
So I sing this song for you
And I hope that what is true

Will find a way to you
I sing this song for you
Venus never showed the way
The stars would not be sold
Heaven stole the light of day
And we were never told
So dark the day…
So much for life, for life and love
And now it’s done
The color always changes hue
Bright to black and blue
(chorus)
So I sing this song for you
There’s nothing left for me to do

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Fuel – Shimmer

She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside isn’t on the label
She says she’s ashamed
And can she take me for awhile
And can I be a friend we’ll forget the past
But maybe I’m not able
And I break at the bend
Chorus:
We’re here and now but will we ever be again
‘Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade

Away again
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I’m somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
‘Til I break at the bend
(chorus)
It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away…
Guess I’ll let it go

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