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Track: Lost in Thought
Artist: Funkdoobiest
Album: Brothas Doobie

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Name: Funkdoobiest
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Latin Hip Hop group from Los Angeles, California, USA. Formed in 1989, first as Ralph M and Son when Ralph M hooked up with DJ Muggs, Sen Dog, B-Real , Son Doobie & T-Funk. The name Funkdoobiest came later in 1991 from a song B-Real from Cypress Hill had written called "The Funkdoobiest". Quote from a Ralph M interview: So one day Muggs and myself were rollin' around in L.A. and I said "yo, we the Funkdoobiest: Ralph M., Son Doobie, Tomahawk Funk." And it's been history since... that name was too dope to just be a song. Tomahawk Funk aka T-Funk left the group after the second album Brothas Doobie. Tomahawk Funk aka T-Funk rejoined the band for the album The Golden B-Boys (2009). Members: Jason Vasquez (Son Doobie), Ralph Medrano (DJ Ralph M), Tyrone Pacheco (Tomahawk Funk).

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Release: Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (Instrumentals)
Year: 1995
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Instrumental

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LYRICS

I can feel the pressure
I take drastic measures
That sex on my mind
And the black tie on my dresser
Fills to the A.M.
I'm gonna pay 'em
I could pack a nine
Play the ghetto, really play 'em
I'm just waitin' for the libra
Judges, don't ya see one
Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one
Inhale my doobie
Ain't it kinda groovy
You'll be shinin' like a ruby
It ain't nuttin' to me
Son'll make it happen
I'm out like the phantom
Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams
Enter the mind, not many make it out
Cuz even real niggas don't know what I'm about
I'll drink my liquor
The world's gettin' sicker
Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture?

[Chorus:]
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) [x4]

I wake up cold sweatin'
I hear the gats wettin'
Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is
Hell on a platter
Too much for your data
Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter?
Robbin' me softly
Bitch, back up off me
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
Ain't got the patience
Blowin' up your stations
Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients
The funk, funk, funkdoobiest
Tomorrow I'll be vibin'
To see a different aura
It'll flow jamma (???)
Slim, let it simmer
In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember

[Chorus x4]

I don't need the drama
All these mack mamas
Wanna freak a nigga down
And take his black toma
I'm tired of the plottin'
My hood smells rotten
Tell all these niggas that Son ain't forgotten
Thank you for the memories
And you know you can't get to me
Cuz I'm drinkin' Hennessey
Relieve that stressin'
Back to the essense
I rest the best, I won't leave you guessin'
Fear is surrounded
The molar gets pounded
I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces
On the double
Stumble into trouble
The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble
I hold my composure
Takin' out these soldiers
Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders

[Chorus x4]