Lyrics The Anthem - Funkdoobiest, William J. Mendoza, L.C.

The Anthem

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
Nigga 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
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
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
It’s that nigga L
Son Doobie smoking weed sippin' Martell
Backstage with some rum, I tell the hoochies gangsta livin'
Pimpin' players are like never sippin' niggas mad
Because we put it down on their women
From the east to the west and everywhere in between
Bitches 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 ass east side streets
A true heavyweight making skrilla, me and my niggas wanna hit
Cold players are like weak vanilla