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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
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get

A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
or the other,
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact, don´t let nothin´ hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it, brother, so can you.
I´m
stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it brother so can
stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact don´t let nothin´ hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it brother so can
I remember Mama
And the love that she gave
Kneeling by her bed side
I can still hear Mama say

"The people are depending on you, Shirley
Don't
one by one

Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
and voice an objection

Run away my sister and brother
Be afraid of love when the lover 

[Verse 1:]
Tries to read the book by the cover
Wrapped up in
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,
you baby we don't even got touch
That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck
Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baby spot in forty
Sold crack
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna
made that you-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,
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
back, but now he's uptempo

[ L.V. ]
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothin but bad things about him
Brother, I'm depending on you
To tell me
a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so! 
Yo Black, here's a bit of advice: 
Your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away 
From the grits getter
more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns

I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie Bauer
Brother, I'm depending on you
To tell me the truth

[ Havikk ]
Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me
Well respected by all, that's what I wanna be
To rip something down, The Billboard holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down

From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother
And we
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,
stay on
Then brothers like Smooth wouldn't have to hustle
It's an every day struggle, but hip-hop I still love you

We Entaprizin, got the hip-hop
and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude (We need food!)
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most