You’re Dummin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Son Doobie] No confirmin', Son'll get a sermon Firm when I rock, cause you know that I'm determined Per wreck shop, I get props, then swing a dreadlock Ya head rock... I'm down to do the next drop Come on down with the funk or your backside You can look per pro, yeah with the black guy I never been faded, I made exidated Elated... cause sex is what I'm rated Everywhere whylin', ho slept smilin' Allah, now a punk's temper, dem on the island So far away, it's best you get wetted I hit never miss, you'll say "no he didn't" You're dummin' [x3] [Verse 2: Son Doobie] Here you heard it, you've been alerted So put the word in, cause Son's not perverted But shit's all heavy, just like a Chevy Cause everyone know that Son rocks it steady One time, hit you off clearly Fear me, he'll hear me out but don't come near me Sucker duck killer, cause I'll sip tequila Spill funk on the bitch, ya number one iller I'm dumb, retarded, rock it cold hearted Um, beg your pardon, don't get me started The vocal avenger, your funk superhero I'm gone with my cape, three to one zero Breaker niner, skills all mastered Cause Son's born to last... ya sick ass bastard You're dummin' [x3] [Verse 3: Son Doobie] They're no gadgets, tricks, or magic Imagine if you will punk somethin' real tragic Son causin' mayhem, freaks until the AM Look I'm a slay 'em, the nigga son I am I'll rep it like a surgeon, urgin' to a virgin Hurt the physical emergin' Allergic to them fake ass imposter Gots'ta listen to the funk on your roster Aot'sa styles, compare me, stare me Only one strict nigga, but ya dare me Ya ain't got the guts ta, ya sucka duck busta Trust no man, cause that you're camouflage hunter You're dummin'