FiFi

(albüm: Dope Dogs - 1998)

What is SOUL?
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky

Fifi, she's got fetch fever
She's golden, she's a retriever
You can throw a fit and shell go get it and bring it back
You'll never catch her flicking fleas, ticks
Don't tick her off, you see
She's a bitch, with a bitch of an itch to scratch

Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky

Extend your hand and I will lick it
Toss a stick, I will go fetch it
For just a bone, I'll be forever in your favor

Fifi, she's a go-getter
Get thrown off track and you go get her
Backtrack, picking the trail back up
She brings em' back
It's been that way since she was a pup
Something's thrown and she picks it up
They threw a party
She went and got it, and brought it back
Fifi's hot
But then she's not in heat
Hot as the burning sand
Those who know, know for sure
Fifi always gets her dope man

Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky

They threw a party, she went and got it