Lyrics:
grub)
Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (let that boy breathe)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up
Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother 'cause you jealous, nigga
Heat back (ugh), like you never left, forever rep
Cops watch every step, six miles
Ay what's going on LAAW
Yo I want to put you on this motherfuckin album
To give give you your fucking flowers bro
Yo
Eat this shit Alive
We reppin
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
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're so dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dee doobie
Dumb
Ay, ay
You go dummy
You go stupid
You got shot by cupid
Take that from me
Ooh, bet
You gon' ruin
Pack a bowl roll one up smoke a doobie or a blunt I could never get enough cuz maryjane is who I want this feeling that I have for u girl I can’t
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
a part of these niggas
Ay, it was RGF, either win or lose but still sharkin' these niggas
Ay, bet she bark on these niggas
Ay, I pull up parkin' these
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another
old back room
He'd bob 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
old back room
He'd bob 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
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
it)
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Naas but the hood call me Doobie, dawg
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the smoke
And these rappers big me up 'cause they don't need me at their throats
Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low
Having little
and brothers danced they,
They began to sing
We wanna tango all night, that was what they said.
And when they all showed up, I knew we've been misled.
We
the time
All you need to do is open up your Mind
The art of diversity'sbeautiful Honestly
Lets not take it for granted in this Time
(Hmm Ay)
(Yeah)
Show
up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright
pray I never forget
Turn the shit up
Uh-uh, ay
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ay, ay, ay, ay
My bitch
Head so good, gotta wipe my ass when she finished
When
your feelings
Just keeping it real
I am really just not in the mood
Ay
I just been running it up
No tolerance when I'm out in the pub
I'm too direct I
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