I never went before I still dress the same So it must be my name I can't deal With who's real and who's not Who treated me the same When my record wasn
every day no more And cause they dont see me They think I've changed But, I the same motherfucker no doubt What's it all about I thought we was people
much love to my man Bronk Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell
I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip
: I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Makin' every mark that was out after dark Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I'd
'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House
was taught It ain't a crime If ya don't get caught chorus(3x) It ain't a crime if you don't get caught That's how it is homie like it or not Now, comin
x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it
what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might
Funk knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it
places I never went before I still dress the same So it must be my name I can't deal With who's real and who's not Who treated me the same When my record
chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House
Runnin' Up on Ya Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid
friend every day no more And cause they dont see me They think I've changed But, I the same motherfucker no doubt What's it all about I thought we was