Where's It At - Funkdoobiest

I’m a give you this, yeah give you this

Groove on the point, yeah I’m in the joint

Stalkin' ya, hawkin' ya

The tribal funkster

Clingin' to you the fly track that’s funky

Styles a flow get release, deliver it

Yes I am takin' off with the rhythm

Don’t violate

You’re gonna hate my you know what stuff

You know what plays Tomahawk, the good hit

Get lit off the doobie funk

I’ll flow with the motion

The groove’s got me runnin' in

Flowin' on, break it up, choose it, the Doobie feels

No joke, no holds, yeah we flow like a river

Shiv a punk sucker and tell me where it’s at

Where’s it at y’all?

Where’s it at?

Where’s it at y’all?

Where’s it at?

Where’s it at y’all?

Where’s it at?

Where’s it at?

It’s the Funkdoobiest no we’re thelonius

Heads fight hooligan, punk so

Danger, stranger, fuck a lone ranger

Punk it’s my major, I’ll make a wager

Beats for the axe G, tease the Apache

Darling no match G, ain’t the hood cab G

Or hop on my saddle, hear my beats rattle

Tattle, runnin' oh ha why in the battle

I ride the rhythm like a stallion

I snatch medallions, I’m no Italian

Cause it’s the weekin' who does all the speakin'

One tribal funkster who freaks it every weekend

T I got your tomahawk axe

I wait for them to step then tell me where it’s at

I’ll Tomahawk ya, stalk ya

Spark a peace pipe, T-Funk is the main type

I kick the right joint, I’m always on point

Ya step punk yo he’ll kick your groin

Then I’ll tackle ya, I’m spectacular

Funk Dracula, I rock like Metallica

Better bro, they say I’m incredible

Nat King Cole, label says I’m unforgettable

Chief Rocker, not a witch doctor

Feel ya like soccer, coolin' out the locker

Here’s the scalpel, stay out my war path

Step punk and tell me where it’s at