DJ Muggs
You’re Dummin’
[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 n***a 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 n***a, 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'