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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
Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin' "Damn I never got this gaffled" (To' up)
Beat
Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin' "Damn I never got this gaffled" (To' up)
Beat
the Scatman.

(Scatting by Scatman John.)
I´m the Scatman...repeat after me:
It´s a scoobie, oobie, doobie, scoobie, doobie, melody.
I´m the Scatman...repeat
born.
I'm the Scatman.

(Scatting by Scatman John)
I'm the Scatman, repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody
I'm
born.
I´m the Scatman.

(Scatting by Scatman John)
I´m the Scatman....repeat after me
It´s a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody
I´m
Like me shaggin', me shack,
Set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,
Heat back, uh, like, you never love for never
And cops watch every step, 6
niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
blunts and
Congo drumming, counting stacks by the hundreds
Doobie's coming, so don't act stubborn
Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut

Senorita,
Call It Puppy Love Curtis and Tisha in the tree 
K-I-S-S-I-N-G 
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it 
Cause I be paying child
by The Black Album I was blacking out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd
Big brother got his show up in Madison Square
And I'm like yea, yea
his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by the 'Black Album', I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd

Big brother got
about changes and it's about time
It's about peace and it's about plenty and it's about time
It's about you and me together and it's about time

Words by
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, ooh ooh ooh
I like what ya
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
(You're My) Soul and Inspiration

-Artists: The Righteous Brothers from "WRKO Hall Of Fame Golden Album"-
-Post 7101
-peak Billboard position # 1
hollering at hoties in the drop top
Summertime crop tops, goodies 'bout to pop out
Tryna seal the deal passing a doobie
They ain't looking at me, they
a 
Brother tell another about the real grits getters 
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) 

Yo man, what about me man? 

Yo man, just pass your
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me
so faded, broke wit a album
But bitches on my dick like I ate it
I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
Look you's a hoochie, want to do me
joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil' brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus' wait
No beginner luck,
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree

I love, love
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers