Funkdoobiest

Funkdoobiest - Act On It lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

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