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FunkDoobiest & Brett Bouldin
This song was released on March 7, 1995 on their controversial (mainly because of the track Superhoes) second album Brothas Doobie as track number 4.
It is produced by DJ Muggs and Ray Roll and performed by Son Doobie. It contains samples of School Boy Crush by Average White Band and Como Quisiera...
Verse 1: Son Doobie
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
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 nuthin' 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: Son Doobie:
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)
Verse 2: Son Doobie
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: Son Doobie
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)
Verse 3: Son Doobie
I don't need the drama
All these mack mamas
Wanna freak a nigga down
And take his black bomber
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: Son Doobie
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)
Lost in Thought was written by Son Doobie.
FunkDoobiest released Lost in Thought on Tue Jul 04 1995.