L.C. johnson - The Anthem lyrics

[Hook] I see the players ballin' hard And the beauty of it all Is I wanna kick this one for you To make this money on the ground n***a you know I gots to get mine As long as the sun come shining through It's from doobiest and players of life It's from doobiest - it's from doobiest It's from doobiest rolling strong to the east side It's from doobiest, he's so fly [Son Doobie] Ay ay ay Yo by B the funkiest From the naughtiest You put your mouth where your money is Coming with no [???], riddle me this Or rape, the trouble, show and pistol Take that phat disco, my rap says so To be the club king pin, no bull strings like the weirdo Jump jiggle, on them hoods in the city, sing it with me Now that's right you dinky [Hook] [Son Doobie] Hey hey hey It be the looney funkdoobies To be or not to be that be the question [?] and pending chicks bought the blunt and guinness Winkle, winkle, letting littles count your letters Pig choose when loose, reckles when I entered The demented, check on high streets captain El stupendous, neck brake, the hectic The cut chemist, mad manace flip the record (spit sound) put fin-ding-a-ling come get it Son infected with that one-two check it Oh yeah baby, cuz I can freak and you know Sumo stuff get down for the real papi chulo [Hook] [Lc Johnson] It's that n***a L Son Doobie smoking weed sippin' Martell Backstage with some rum, I tell the hoochies gangsta livin' Pimpin' players are like never sippin' n***as mad Because we put it down on their women From the east to the west and everywhere in between b**hes better recognize who runnin' the scene Shoot her like Jim Dennis I've been hoes like coton candy Sippin brandy, come ride in the back seat of my caddy You don't know me? lets creep, now let me be the sweet All of my game from these crazy a** east side streets A true heavyweight making skrilla, me and my n***as wanna hit Cold players are like weak vanilla [Hook]