[Intro] (Sir Doobie) Sir doobie back in this motherf**er, ho! What up, macabre? Sir Doobie here You know I'm top shelf looking for a b**hes help Cause this dick won't s** itself You understand? Haha I'm about to jump in my time machine Blow some dope in a wormhole Rewind time and go find the king (Crooked 1) Dig that Like a scene outta a 70s blaxploitation movie Superfly, The Mack, Coffy Sweet Sweetback's Baada**sss Song Ghetto royalty King Crooked White mink draggin', pinky ring flashing Cadillacin' mackin' and big check cashin' King Crooked [Verse 1] I'm in my boxers in a full length mink coat In the Cosmopolitan suites with Barbara Bush She giving me deepthroat Heart racing like a speed boat Swallow my babies and then she made me some cheese toast IPhone Youtube ringtone Is my cousin's soft heater Keynote speaker for weed smoke He said "I got them trees, Loc" Well let's tax them corners like Caesar Can't be wrong in the streets bro (I hear ya, baby) And Kush ain't never k**ed nobody And if it did, its different and not horrific as liquor kid Prohibition, them real n***as was getting rich Try to legalize it, we buy dispensaries (Flip the script, pimpin') Hung up the phone, time to hit the crib Then hit the club on a Tuesday, that b**h is lit I got Barbara in the mix with me Thinking of how they shot Pac and hit Biggie I don't want homies pouring liquor on the phone when sh** get mixy So I valet the coupe to bulletproof 650 It's a big city I know so many riders outside of the club, Bloods and Crips take pics with me I ain't a gang banger I keep the banger P89 on the hip I came in this b**h to get tipsy Only lames playing games they ain't from That's wack sh** f*g sh** I seen n***as get wrap packed in the park for that sh** But back to the club scene "I think I just seen Crooked mobbin' with a bad b**h" That's what they say when I'm at my table Some 1940, two Don Julios, some Johnny Walker blue label I told that chick Barbara Bush "Go get some delicious b**hes to join us" Because my pool game is too fatal (I can dig it, baby) They won't refuse it tonight Power; I might abuse it tonight Send word to the DJ to put his bottles on my tab and don't forget to play some real n***a music tonight We might lose it tonight Like I said some Pac or some B.I.G n***a, we so deep we got 3 VIPs Occupy the club and nobody got they drivers license Just in case we shoot and cops wanna see IDs (Nah, baby) I'm leaving this b**h innocent Police follow while Barbara Bush swallow my kids again (King Crooked, baby) [Outro Skit]