Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Brett Bouldin]
Another million souls so keep the cognac cold
Because the honeys love the woody up a nigga in the hoody
The brother from the ruff yo shine like the diamond
The broke nigga grindin til the paid nigga rhymin
Inches, Benz's, coups and trucks
Beauty queens in bikinis yo they love to fuck
Many mansions, Jacksons, grands and franks
Put boxes in the closets, yo they cashin' bank
Yo fellin if you do and got the skill and
Jihad needs your harm you got to killin'
My moms said boy you're a pigs in the mix
My pops said nigga make sure that you're rich
Funkdoobiest! What you wanna do?
Ali Baba comin' with a crew, 40 thieves comin' through

[Chorus]
It's the who ra ra and the funk baby
And the who ra ra and the funk
[x3]

[Verse 2: Son Doobie]
It's the ruff rugged sound, what's that? It's the offer
Pump, I keep it goin' until the early tomorrow
The fronts in my grill coerce what I utter
The wild Puerto Rican with the style from the gutter
Ya mother, she knows Son is the [blammest?]
Salix on my neck shine silk from my mattress
Actions, never away, so disgustin'
Everyone's coughin' and my my niggas look dustin
F-U-N-K-D-double O-B-I-E-S-T
Best we find these girls at the park roll around, I can feel it
Son called your bluff, pulled your card, so deal it
Never give in, takin' no prisoners
Listen to the crowd but please don't listen ta
I'm all about the blunts and the dollars
The drink's on the rocks and the stunts will make ya holler

[Chorus]
It's the who ra ra and the funk baby
And the who ra ra and the funk
[x3]