Son Doobie - The Heavyweight Funk lyrics

[Verse1: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk] It's yours truly, I may smoke a mooley cooley Hi, what's the movie? Now I'm dazzled like a dooley Packin', stackin' power, breaking backs and Son's never lackin' T-funk is always actin' But what the hatchet, styles can't match it The one troubled funksta, Ralph M will scratch it Catch it, watch it, slip money grip To the vocal avenger move my hip watch me rip Flash, flash yo to the yes, yes yo Thank god for the oldschool and the fresh fest yall Yo - Now that we made it, MC's wanna rate it The heavyweight funk that can never be faded! [Hook] We rock stages, we rock hard can you blame us? The heavyweight funk that can never be faded! [Verse2: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk] So you can tell by the way I funk my funk No time for fakes, and no time for punks Son rolls a thick one, brothers say kick one Kick one first first But Son is the sick one Give insatious what a mind says-a It's me neck the triple X p**n blazer Illah fu*k village dillah k**ah The wack MC that stomp like Godzilla [?], dope style taker Awake all you fakes naughty dread from Jamaica Smoke on my raisin, sh**'s got me wasted I lease out now, I'm back for your season! [Hook] [Verse3: Son Doobie & Tomahawk Funk] Baby we can do this take your time Make your crime, we can do this shady I said ladies don't panic It's the funk fanatic Act like you know, but first steal the pennant Funk for your rosta, funka** imposters Funk for yourself, words, what I offer There's no extortion, I'll freak the fortune So here me - yo - punk, beat the portion You know I know, that my sh** is final I'll twist it out and take back my title Six milion ways to die, choose Son [?] caution - uhm- beg your pardon I'll spark my doobie but don't get me stared Sk**s got a plenty, face all sweaty So with the funk I come rough and ready [Hook]