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(feat. Cobra Red, Daz Dillinger)
[Sun Doobie] Don't worry, Kingpin Don Sun Juan Papi Chulo, the only one, fun Shake your booty, for my crew FunkDoobie Yours truly lonely sleestak, kick my duty Gettin groovy, Funk is ?Sun-ny to the Boonies? Black hoodie, they'll say I'm home now boogie What they told me, ?bunch of germ tango showbie? Mango juicy, you know who I be Latin formanizer, luxury liner Fly designer, penthouse hind finder Nuttin finer, than this latin mic sniper Godiva's know who's hype, who brings it liver [Chorus] Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la caldera Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la baca, ahh Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Ohhh baby let me see your body move... [Daz Dillinger] Papi wid it, notice how we rush the floor we get it Yo who did it (he did it) we bustin and we watch the deez spinnin This inner zone's forbidden, Daz Dillinger comin With the force of a cobra, and now you been bitten Bustin to the extreme, show my, broadest and realest You know me to get the illest, now hah, can you feel it? Dope, gangsta FunkDoobie, all in my trunk, every Time you see me but you won't, check out the way I Smash stumps to rude comps, what? Breakin down your doors, for you and yours, say what? Bronze Tony's baddest status, a mean being The brother's the toughest and the baddest, hah hah Check it out [Chorus] [Sun Doobie] The rugged 'Rican puts five to your blunts and Congo drummin, countin stacks by the hundreds Doobie's comin, so don't act stubborn Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut [Cobra Red] Senorita, toast strawberry margarita Lady like ?man of bring? the pool out the heater Big cash, no time for laughs when you request ?over? for hire, hoes retire, the battle was won By the rest, we take your chest, intrude a vibe That is best, game sewed up tight, like a seamstress Petite, in a long ?spleen skin? skirt, puttin it work Pushin em in the dirt, doin the maneuver, by being a flirt flirt [Chorus] Papi Chulo, I wanna do The things you do, you make me move Do what you do when you do What you doooo Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Whoaaaahhh baby let me see Your body moveeeeee! [Sun Doobie x2] Mueve las caderas Muevela pa' aca Aqui esta Senor boricua Soy el papichulo Papichulo Soy el papichulo Papichul |
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It's a new day but it all feels old
It's a good life thar's what i'm told But everything it all just feels the same and my high school it felt more to me like jail cell a penitentiary my time spent there it only made me see that i don't ever wanna be like you i don't wanna do the things you do i'm never gonna hear the words you say 'cause i don't ever wanna i don't ever wanna be you...don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hands up you don't wanna be you go to college a university get a real job that's what they said to me but i could never live the way they want i'm gonna get by and just do my time out of step while they all get in line i'm just a minor threat so pay no mind do you really wanna be like them do you really wanna be another trend do you wanna be part of that crowd 'cause i dont ever wanna...no i don't ever wanna be you... don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the anthem throw all your hand s up you don't wanna be you shake it once thats fine shake it twice thats okay shake it three times your playing with yourself again you don't wanna be just like you what i'm saying is this is the athem throw all your hands up yuo all got to feel me sing if your with me you don't wanna be just like you this is the anthem throw all your hands up you all got to feel me sing if you with me i'll never use a rat comb....... |
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[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 [x2] 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 [x2] 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 [x2] FunkDoobie Oye Papi [x4] |
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(feat. 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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(feat. Cobra Red, Daz Dillinger)
[Sun Doobie] Don't worry, Kingpin Don Sun Juan Papi Chulo, the only one, fun Shake your booty, for my crew FunkDoobie Yours truly lonely sleestak, kick my duty Gettin groovy, Funk is ?Sun-ny to the Boonies? Black hoodie, they'll say I'm home now boogie What they told me, ?bunch of germ tango showbie? Mango juicy, you know who I be Latin formanizer, luxury liner Fly designer, penthouse hind finder Nuttin finer, than this latin mic sniper Godiva's know who's hype, who brings it liver [Chorus] Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la caldera Soy, Papi Chulo, muerte la baca, ahh Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Ohhh baby let me see your body move... [Daz Dillinger] Papi wid it, notice how we rush the floor we get it Yo who did it (he did it) we bustin and we watch the deez spinnin This inner zone's forbidden, Daz Dillinger comin With the force of a cobra, and now you been bitten Bustin to the extreme, show my, broadest and realest You know me to get the illest, now hah, can you feel it? Dope, gangsta FunkDoobie, all in my trunk, every Time you see me but you won't, check out the way I Smash stumps to rude comps, what? Breakin down your doors, for you and yours, say what? Bronze Tony's baddest status, a mean being The brother's the toughest and the baddest, hah hah Check it out [Chorus] [Sun Doobie] The rugged 'Rican puts five to your blunts and Congo drummin, countin stacks by the hundreds Doobie's comin, so don't act stubborn Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut [Cobra Red] Senorita, toast strawberry margarita Lady like ?man of bring? the pool out the heater Big cash, no time for laughs when you request ?over? for hire, hoes retire, the battle was won By the rest, we take your chest, intrude a vibe That is best, game sewed up tight, like a seamstress Petite, in a long ?spleen skin? skirt, puttin it work Pushin em in the dirt, doin the maneuver, by being a flirt flirt [Chorus] Papi Chulo, I wanna do The things you do, you make me move Do what you do when you do What you doooo Baby don't you know I wanna be with you Whoaaaahhh baby let me see Your body moveeeeee! [Sun Doobie x2] Mueve las caderas Muevela pa' aca Aqui esta Senor boricua Soy el papichulo Papichulo Soy el papichulo Papichul |
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