[Verse 1: Son Doobie]

Here is the flava', ya faithful, gave ya

The ill-behavior, the doobie's Fantasia

Rockin' the funk like a wave some, save some

Doobies for later, now do the Mashed-Potato

Slam your partner, headbutt your father, don't bother

You knows I kick the flava', somethin' like the tartar

Sauce get lost, and like Lou Rawls

Still I kick the Doobie Brothers, now I'm down for a brawl

I stomp with my boots when I make my phat loot

??? a nice hooty-mack then I act like the ???

When I got the brass knuckles and just like your uncle

I drop all ya punks with my big belt buckle,

So don't interfere with the Doobies over here

Or you'll find a spear in your rear, we're, all that

So what would you call that

The ill-sing psycho, funk, whatchin' fall and splat!

[Chorus: Son Doobie]

Rock steady to the Freak Mode y'all!

I rock steady to the Freak Mode!

[Verse 2: Tomahawk Funk]

I go from letter, to letter, I proceed to get better

Everything rises as I start to set the

Rhymes are torture, I'm about to sort the

Lines in my head in alphabetical order

See I'll mash the tip-top, suckas just flip-flop

I specialize in hip-hop, if I get too funky

Then tell me when to stop, cause if I get too funky

Brothas can't deal with me, actin' real ill, start yellin' security

Cuttin' like a guillotine, suckas are just fillin' me with anger

Only wear Gucci, I do not wear Wrangler

I'm on the get-go, I'm about to let go, ??? funky

That have me drinkin' Pepto

I don't get drunk G, I get spunky!

When I'm rockin' to the funky drum beat

[Chorus: Son Doobie]

Rock steady to the Freak Mode y'all!

I rock steady to the Freak Mode!

[Scratches](x4):

Yes, yes y'all! Yes y'all! Yes y'all!

[Verse 3: Son Doobie]

The rhythm is the slow, for your bro, even though

Son be rockin' that funk ill flow

Drop Dooballistic hear the acoustic, music, like the kung-fu flick

I bust down your wall like a Steven Seagal

Has the Doobie ever fell off, I don't recall

I kicks the flavor like ???, straight to ???

Ya best to break two cause, I'm talkin' to you, god

Sing like David Ruffin, like Sandy Duncan

I'll eat the crackers, but pass up the, pumpkin pie, and the milk

I can't fuck with Silk,

My name's not Luther, I don't sing still

While I sing the yankee doodle, you know I gets brutal

And stab somebody's hand's while I eat my chicken noodle

Cause I...

[Chorus: Son Doobie]

Rock steady to the Freak Mode y'all!

I rock steady to the Freak Mode!

[DJ Ralph M] (x4):

Yes, yes y'all! Yes y'all! Yes y'all!