The name Funkdoobiest came later in 1991 from a song B-Real from Cypress Hill had written called "The Funkdoobiest". Quote from a Ralph M interview: So one day Muggs and myself were rollin' around in L.A. and I said "yo, we the Funkdoobiest: Ralph M., Sondoobie, Tomahawk Funk." And it's been history since... that name was too dope to just be a song. Tomahawk left after their second album.
Their first two albums were mainly produced by Cypress Hill's DJ Muggs and House Of Pain's DJ Lethal along with the group's Ralph M. Their third and so far last album, included production by Ralph M and DJ Rectangle. Whereas the other albums were clearly hardcore rap in the vein of Cypress Hill and other Soul Assassins members, "The Troubleshooters" was more versatile.
Soon after "The Troubleshooters" was released in 1997, Son Doobie starred in a porno movie, which was referenced in Eminem's "Guilty Conscience" in 1999.
Lost In Thought
Funkdoobiest Lyrics
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I take drastic measures
That sex on my mind
And the black tie on my dresser
Bills to the AM
I'm gonna pay 'em
I could pack a nine
Play the ghetto, really play 'em
Judges, don't ya see one
Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one
Inhale my doobie
Ain't it kinda groovy
You'll be shinin' like a ruby
It ain't nuttin' to me
Son'll make it happen
I'm out like the phantom
Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams
Enter the mind, not many make it out
'Cause even real niggas don't know what I'm about
I'll drink my liquor
The world's gettin' sicker
Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture?
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I wake up cold sweatin'
I hear the gats wettin'
Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is
Hell on a platter
Too much for your data
Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter?
Robbin' me softly
Bitch, back up off me
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
Ain't got the patience
Blowin' up your stations
Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients
The funk, funk, funkdoobiest
Tomorrow I'll be vibin'
To see a different aura
It'll flow jamma
Slim, let it simmer
In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I don't need the drama
All these mack mamas
Want to freak a nigga down
And take his black toma
I'm tired of the plottin'
My hood smells rotten
Tell all these niggas that Son ain't forgotten
Thank you for the memories
And you know you can't get to me
'Cause I'm drinkin' Hennessey
Relieve that stressin'
Back to the essence
I rest the best, I won't leave you guessin'
Fear is surrounded
The molar gets pounded
I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces
On the double
Stumble into trouble
The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble
I hold my composure
Takin' out these soldiers
Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
The lyrics of Funkdoobiest's song "Lost in Thought" explore themes such as societal pressures, mental turmoil, and the rapper's personal life experiences. In the first few verses, the artist talks about the stresses he faces in his life, ranging from financial pressures to violent surroundings. He mentions "packing a nine" as a possible solution to his problems, but also acknowledges the consequences of such actions. He goes on to mention how he finds solace in smoking marijuana, which he describes as "groovy" and a means of achieving temporary relief from the challenges he faces.
The chorus, which consists solely of the repeated line "I'm lost in thought", signifies the rapper's mental state of being overwhelmed and preoccupied with his problems. In the later verses, the artist touches upon themes of power dynamics, betrayal, and the significance of staying true to oneself. He talks about how he is tired of being schemed against by women and his fellow men, but also expresses gratitude for the memories he has made. The song's final verse finishes on a more contemplative note, with the artist acknowledging his fear but also maintaining his resolve to continue pushing forward.
Line by Line Meaning
I can feel the pressure
I feel burdened and stressed
I take drastic measures
I do extreme things to cope with my stress
That sex on my mind
I am preoccupied with sexual thoughts
And the black tie on my dresser
I have formal attire that I may wear in certain situations
Bills to the AM
I have bills to pay in the morning
I'm gonna pay 'em
I intend to pay my bills
I could pack a nine
I am able to carry and use a firearm
Play the ghetto, really play 'em
I am familiar with the ways of the ghetto and able to navigate them
I'm just waitin' for the libra
I am waiting for a balanced and fair judgment
Judges, don't ya see one
I am seeking a judge who is fair and unbiased
Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one
I am a genuine person who does not need to pretend to be someone different around others
Inhale my doobie
I am smoking marijuana
Ain't it kinda groovy
It feels good and enjoyable
You'll be shinin' like a ruby
You will shine and feel special
It ain't nuttin' to me
It is not a big deal to me
Son'll make it happen
I will take care of what needs to be done
I'm out like the phantom
I am leaving quickly and discreetly
Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams
I come and go quickly and effortlessly, causing chaos in my wake
Enter the mind, not many make it out
My thoughts can be intense and difficult to navigate
'Cause even real niggas don't know what I'm about
Even people who seem to know me well do not fully understand me
I'll drink my liquor
I will consume alcohol
The world's gettin' sicker
The world is becoming more troubled and corrupt
Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture?
Dangerous people are watching and waiting to harm you, do you understand?
I wake up cold sweatin'
I wake up in a panic
I hear the gats wettin'
I hear gunshots in the distance
Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is
People are shooting guns in the alleys and causing commotion
Hell on a platter
Terrible things are happening and it is overwhelming
Too much for your data
It is difficult to process and understand
Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter?
I am dealing with complicated situations and people, what's going on?
Robbin' me softly
Someone is taking advantage of me in a sneaky way
Bitch, back up off me
Someone is approaching me in an aggressive way and needs to leave me alone
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
I will harm you physically and embarrass you
Ain't got the patience
I do not have the patience for this
Blowin' up your stations
I am causing chaos and destruction in your territory
Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients
Either avoid me or go back to a simpler time and place
The funk, funk, funkdoobiest
I am the funkdoobiest, a unique and funky individual
Tomorrow I'll be vibin'
I will have a positive attitude and energy tomorrow
To see a different aura
I will perceive things differently
It'll flow jamma
Everything will flow smoothly
Slim, let it simmer
Relax and let things happen
In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember
While I smoke my marijuana, I will reflect and recall important things
I don't need the drama
I do not want to deal with conflict and chaos
All these mack mamas
All these women who want to seduce me
Want to freak a nigga down
Want to have sex with a man
And take his black toma
And take his money or possessions
I'm tired of the plottin'
I am fed up with people scheming and plotting against me
My hood smells rotten
My community is in bad shape and has a bad energy
Tell all these niggas that Son ain't forgotten
I want everyone to know that I am not easily forgotten
Thank you for the memories
Thank you for the past experiences
And you know you can't get to me
You cannot harm or affect me
'Cause I'm drinkin' Hennessey
Because I am consuming alcohol and feeling invincible
Relieve that stressin'
Relax and relieve stress
Back to the essence
Going back to the basics and the core of things
I rest the best, I won't leave you guessin'
I am the best and will not keep you guessing
Fear is surrounded
There is fear and anxiety everywhere
The molar gets pounded
There is violence and aggression in my environment
I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces
I do not think anyone knows that I am dealing drugs
On the double
Quickly and efficiently
Stumble into trouble
I accidentally get into trouble
The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble
Even people who seem lost in life can learn to be humble and wise
I hold my composure
I maintain my calm and level-headedness
Takin' out these soldiers
I am defeating my enemies
Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders
I am alert and cautious as I walk through this dangerous environment
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I am deep in my own thoughts and introspection
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I am consumed by my own thoughts and emotions
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I am preoccupied and distracted by my own internal struggles
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I am completely absorbed in my own mind and consciousness
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jason Vasquez, Larry Muggerud, Raymond Cortez
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
salo mea
I can feel the pressure
I take drastic measures
That sex on my mind
And the black tie on my dresser
Bills to the A.M.
I'm gonna pay 'em
I could pack a nine
Play the ghetto, really play 'em
I'm just waitin' for the libra
Judges, don't ya see one
Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one
Inhale my doobie
Ain't it kinda groovy
You'll be shinin' like a ruby
It ain't nuttin' to me
Son'll make it happen
I'm out like the phantom
Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams
Enter the mind, not many make it out
'Cause even real niggas don't know what I'm about
I'll drink my liquor
The world's gettin' sicker
Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture?
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I wake up cold sweatin'
I hear the gats wettin'
Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is
Hell on a platter
Too much for your data
Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter?
Robbin' me softly
Bitch, back up off me
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
Ain't got the patience
Blowin' up your stations
Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients
The funk, funk, funkdoobiest
Tomorrow I'll be vibin'
To see a different aura
It'll flow jamma
Slim, let it simmer
In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I don't need the drama
All these mack mamas
Want to freak a nigga down
And take his black toma
I'm tired of the plottin'
My hood smells rotten
Tell all these niggas that Son ain't forgotten
Thank you for the memories
And you know you can't get to me
'Cause I'm drinkin' Hennessey
Relieve that stressin'
Back to the essence
I rest the best, I won't leave you guessin'
Fear is surrounded
The molar gets pounded
I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces
On the double
Stumble into trouble
The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble
I hold my composure
Takin' out these soldiers
Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
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I take drastic measures
That sex on my mind
And the black tie on my dresser
Bills to the A.M
How I'm gonna pay 'em
I could pack a nine
Play the ghetto, really play 'em
I'm just waitin' for the libra
Judges, don't ya see one
Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one
Inhale my doobie
Ain't it kinda groovy
You'll be shinin' like a ruby
It ain't nuttin' to me
Son'll make it happen
I'm out like the phantom
Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams
Enter the mind, not many make it out
Cuz even real niggas don't know what I'm about
I'll drink my liquor
The world's gettin' sicker
Crooked is the eye, watch ‘em die, get the picture?!
Chorus: FunkDoobiest:
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I wake up cold sweatin'
I hear the gats wettin'
Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is
Hell on a platter
Too much for your data
Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter?
Robbin' me softly
Bitch, back up off me
I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee
Ain't got the patience
Blowin' up your stations
Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients
The funk, funk, funkdoobiest
Tomorrow I'll be vibin'
You'll see a different aura
It'll flow dimmer
Slim, let it simmer
In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember
[Chorus: FunkDoobiest]
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I don't need the drama
All these mack mamas
Wanna freak a nigga down
And take his black toma
I'm tired of the plottin'
My hood smells rotten
Tell all these niggas that Son ain't forgotten
Thank you for the memories
And you know you can't get to me
Cuz I'm drinkin' Hennessey
Relieve that stressin'
Back to the essense
I rest the best, I won't leave you guessin'
Fear is surrounded
The molar gets pounded
I doubt if these scouts know I'm out with the ounces
On the double
Stumble into trouble
The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble
I hold my composure
Takin' out these soldiers
Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders
[Chorus: FunkDoobiest]
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought)
Cristián Alfaro
2021, 41 años y aún vacilando este temazo, un saludo desde la tierra de los Angeles Negros
HERNANDO
@Ugly Music asi es 😉👍
Ugly Music
@HERNANDO no hay etiquetas validas hermano. rap x siempre
HERNANDO
Traje 44 años una empresa y una hija de 2 meses me convierte en un capitalista y aún recuerdo a mi profesora de ciencias sociales que me mando hacer un trabajo práctico social a un centro de rehabilitación de las adicciones creyendo que por ser rapero y escuchar funkydoobiest terminaría siendo un jefe de un cartel narcotraficante 😂😂😂 saludos desde. Argentina
Jibran Ramos
*2022 y seguimos sonando esto en los altoparlantes. Saludos mexicanos
Rendy MacBoogerballs
привет из Украины, 42, лучший трэк
David Schlessinger
severely underrated, these guys are great
IOB1 Shrine
simply one of the best tracks i have ever listened to... must have heard this 500+ times, it never fails to buzz me out
Jan Kröhl
It is simply the best, following me since 25 years, every second, with every tear, in every victory and in every defeat. In all my thoughts all over those Times. It's my all time masterpiece.
Greetz from dying Germany
Jose fernando Gonzales hernandez
Cómo quisiera decirte _ angeles negros