Funkdoobiest - Freak Mode lyrics

[Verse 1: Son Doobie] Here is the flava', ya faithful, gave ya, the ill-behavior The doobie's Fantasia Rockin' the funk like a wave some, save some Doobies for later, now do the Mashed-Potato Slam your partner, headbu*t your father, don't bother You knows I kick the flava', somethin' like they taught up Stars get lost, and like Lou Rawls, still I kick the Doobie Brothers, now I'm down for a ball I stomp with my boots when I make my phat loot ??? then I act like the ??? when I got the bra** knuckles And just like your uncle, I drop all ya punks with my big belt buckle, so don't interfere with the Doobies over here Or you'll find a spear in your rear, we're, all that So what would you call that The ill-sing psycho, funk, whatchin' fall and splat! [Chorus] (Son Doobie): Rock steady to the Freak Mode y'all! I rock steady to the Freak Mode! [Verse 2: Tomahawk Funk] I go from letter, to letter, I proceed to get better Everything rises as I start to set the Rhymes are torture, I'm about to sort the Lines in my head in alphabetical order See I'll mash the tip-top, s**as just flip-flop I specialize in hip-hop, if I get too funky Then tell me when to stop, cause if I get too funky Brothas can't deal with me, actin' real ill, start yellin' security Cuttin' like a guillotine, s**as are just fillin' me with anger Only wear Gucci, I do not wear Wrangler I'm on the get-go, I'm about to let go, ??? funky That have me drinkin' Pepto, I don't get drunk G, I get spunky! When I'm rockin', to the funky ??? [Chorus] (x2) [DJ Ralph M](x4) : Yes, yes y'all! Yes y'all! Yes y'all! [Verse 3: Son Doobie] The rhythm is the slow, for your bro, even though Some be rockin' that f** ill flow, drop Dooballistic Hear the acoustic, music, like the kung-fu click I bust down your wall like a Steven Seagal Has the Doobie ever fell off, I don't recall I kicks the flavor like ???, straight to ??? Ya best to break two cause, I'm talkin' to you guys Sing like David Ruffin, like Sandy Duncan, I'll eat the crackers, but pa** up the, pumpkin pie, and the milk I can't f** with silk, my name's not Luther, I don't sing still While I sing the yankee doodle, you know I gets brutal And stab somebody's hand's while I eat my chicken noodle Cause I [Chorus] (x2) [DJ Ralph M] (x4)